More Than a Game

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The first thing you noticed about Caldwell University was how enormous it was. Students hurried across the brick-lined campus with backpacks slung over their shoulders, groups gathered beneath the towering oak trees, and the distant sound of football practice carried across the grounds. It was your first day, and despite having a map pulled up on your phone, you were already completely lost. You glanced down at the number written on your schedule. Locker 214.