"Football game," Alex muttered under his breath, half-joking, half-wishing—and then the world blinked.
One second, then the next—*poof*—his guts lurched sideways, his vision splintered into strobe-lit chaos, and he landed *hard*. Not on the fifty-yard line. Not even close.
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