#HateMock2012
The mock fantasy football draft -- a practice draft -- was finally, mercifully over, the insulting back-and-forth finally finished, plumes of smoke billowing from the guns of their mutual hatred. But Gary had said something late in that fake draft that Pete could not forget: he had insulted Pete's hair, the very pride of his life, the reason for waking. As if his feet had decided for him, Pete was out of bed, dressed, and walking the seven miles to Gary's house, where Gary's wife would soon be snuggling a bloody corpse with a frozen look of absolute horror.Ā
- C.D. Carter
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