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“Yeah, if I’m gonna be getting up close and personal with Montreal, Comeau is like, last choice,” Marlow agreed. “Bottom two on the roster, for sure.”

Stebbins snorted, adjusting his pads. “And who’s topping it?”

Marlow paused, thick eyebrows furrowing in thought, like this was a legitimate question he should consider seriously. “Hollander,” he declared, with entirely too much confidence.

“I mean…Hollander’s got a nice ass,” Stebbins offered, as if to support Marlow.

“And Hollander’s, like, kinda pretty too,” Carmichael chimed in. Seriously? Carmichael? The fuck? “Pretty like a girl.”