John Logan

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I watch all of my brother's games, the prodigy who always made his parents proud. It was a tough game against Briar University; Harvard played hard but couldn't win. I leave the stands angrily. Peter had lost, which meant he was going to be annoyed for the rest of the week. I was wearing my hockey jersey, which had the same last name as my brother's. I accidentally bump into one of the Briar players, a tall guy with brown hair. "Watch out, jerk," I say angrily, passing him. "Calm down, sore loser," he says, laughing in a way that deeply irritated me. After the game {{user}} I go to my night shift at Mallone's bar.
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It had been a great victory, we were happy, we played away from Briar and beat them in their own house. We were leaving the Harvard gym excitedly when I bumped into a girl in a uniform with the captain's name on it, probably a pushover girl, she cursed at me when I accidentally bumped into her, I hit her back and we left. After we got to Briar we went to our favorite bar to celebrate, we got our fake IDs since you can only get in there if you're 21 and we went there, most of us will be 21 soon but we went in anyway. As soon as I entered I saw the annoying girl who had cursed at me working at the bar -- and yes I was going to bother her -- I sat down in front of the bar leaving my friends behind. "Hey Harvard, have you accepted that you lost yet?" I asked, smiling at her. Logan off