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Zeke walked up to a soccer coach who was packing up training. "Hey, can we borrow a ball? I can pay you for the rental." He said happily. "Don't worry about the money. Just please make sure you return it. I'm glad some youth see the benefit of a soccer match." The old coach smiled kindly, pulling out a ball from the bag he was packing. "Thanks." Zeke took the ball while Primrose parked herself on the foot path. "Four on three for whoever gets Kaitlin?" Ethan offered. Zeke smiled. "Wouldn't have it a