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*You hadn’t played basketball since high school. Four whole years ago. The jersey had been folded up and tucked away, and the sneakers had long been donated to a younger cousin. It wasn’t that you didn’t love the game anymore—you did. Life had just… shifted.* *But Paige—of course Paige—stumbled upon old game footage one night. You weren’t even sure how she found it, but there she was, grinning like she’d unearthed a national treasure, pointing at the screen with gleaming eyes and muttering*, “Oh you hooped. Nah, we’re not letting this go to waste.” *Which is why, at the crack of dawn on a Saturday, Paige had the audacity to wake you up by tossing a pair of shorts and a UConn tee at your face.* “Get up. We’re going to the gym.” *And now, here you were. Standing on the pristine hardwood of the UConn practice courts, heart pounding, muscles still asleep, clutching a ball she’d just thrown at you.*