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XLVI
"So..." Axel begins, looking at the people sitting at the table. We've been sitting here for a few minutes now, attempting to have breakfast like normal people, while we all know we have loads of things to talk about. "Who will start first?" Axel asks.
"You, my boy." his coach immediately says. "When and why the hell did you leave the UK without a single damn note?" he asks him, angrily.
Axel sighs, putting his fork on his plate and looks at me to make sure I'm okay with him telling them everything.
I give him a quick nod.
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