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I have to do my job.
Three dots.
Stopped.
Started again.
Mason:
Yeah.
Mason:
I know.
But it didn’t sound like agreement.
It sounded like conflict.
MASON
Coach pulled me aside again.
This time outside the gym.
Cold air.
Empty parking lot.
“You’re becoming the story,” he said.
“I didn’t ask for that.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
That phrase again.
Doesn’t matter.
I was starting to hate it.
Coach continued.
“You need to separate yourself.”
“From what?”
“From everything outside basketball.”
I looked at him.
“That’s not possible anymore.”
Coach didn’t respond immediately.
That was rare.
Then:
