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Barrett knelt on the seat, his elbows on the headrest.
"Hey, Hollander? Harris wants me to ask if you'd like to join our book club?"
Shane looked up from the book in his lap. He nudged his glasses up.
"Haas, Hayes, and Coach already said yes."
Shane cleared his throat. "What kind of books?"
"Boring ones, obviously," Ilya snickered beside him. Then louder, at Troy, "No invite for Ilya?"
"Dude, I've never seen you read." Dykstra commented, behind him.
"I read New Yorker, asshole."
"So, that's a yes?" Barrett prompted.
Ilya entwined his hand with Shane's. "We are a yes."