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chapter eleven !
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1ST MONTH OF RECOVERY,
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JUDE HAD MADE his return to the area, as he pulled up in his wheelchair literally, beaming widely at the physiotherapist.
it was obvious he was excited, and there was no stopping his huge capacity of excitement right now.
"you seem excited," vivian said eyeing him and his huge smile. it was seriously contagious, and she couldn't help but break into one too straight away.
"well duh, it's the world cup!" he exclaimed, even pointing at the window, where you could see hundreds of people walking out, carrying england flags and what not to watch their first match against iran.
"well, before that all happens," she said as she grabbed the infamous ice towel once again, "we gotta do this too."
jude just shrugged in agreement, he enjoyed the whole thing anyways. but he wanted time to go faster to 7pm, he didn't know how long he could keep in his thrill for football.
