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"The puck. It’s gone."

Marcus set the paper down with a deliberate rustle. "Puck, let's not make accusations. Things get moved. This is a busy household now." MomComesFirst - Little Puck - The New Family -2...

Marcus stood up. "Now, Derek, if you did that, that was careless. But it was an honest mistake. Puck, your mother and I have talked. It's time to let go of some of these… attachments. You're thirteen. Not a little kid anymore." "The puck

Puck stood at the bottom of the stairs, clutching the worn leather hockey puck his late father had given him. It was his totem, the only thing that felt real. His mom was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of chili. Marcus was reading a financial report in his leather armchair. Derek was sprawled on the sofa, watching a game on the big TV—the same TV Puck used to watch old sci-fi marathons with his mom every Friday. Things get moved