Sen fidgeted & dug at his painted nails as he trembled a little from the unforgiving coldness of the windy day. His hands curled around the fabric of his sweater and wrapped it tighter around himself, attempting to persevere warmth.

Despite the temperature, his face was beaming with excitement as he heard a whistle blown. He shifted a little to lean forward toward the field, eyes darting around to catch sight of his favorite player.

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