Going the Distance - Goode, John
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Fadeaway: Book OneFrom the Tales from Foster High Universe Looking like the perfect all-American boy-tall, handsome, and athletic-makes it easy for Danny Monroe to blend in with the in-crowd of a new high school. It's a trick he picked up moving with his father from one Marine base to the next. When you aren't going to be around long, it's better to give people what they want. And what they want are his quick hands and fast feet on the basketball court. On court, he can be himself and ignore certain strange developing urges. Everyone knows you can't like boys and be a jock, but for Danny his…mehr

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Fadeaway: Book OneFrom the Tales from Foster High Universe Looking like the perfect all-American boy-tall, handsome, and athletic-makes it easy for Danny Monroe to blend in with the in-crowd of a new high school. It's a trick he picked up moving with his father from one Marine base to the next. When you aren't going to be around long, it's better to give people what they want. And what they want are his quick hands and fast feet on the basketball court. On court, he can be himself and ignore certain strange developing urges. Everyone knows you can't like boys and be a jock, but for Danny his growing attraction is becoming overwhelming. At the thought of losing the only thing that matters, Danny starts to panic and realizes he has a choice to make: happiness or basketball.
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John Goode is fifty years old and was found in his floating crib by a strange man... wait, no that's Baby Yoda. I am a cat that gets constantly screamed at by a blond woman while I'm trying to eat... wait, no, not me. I am inevitable, nope. I am Iron Man? More no. I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way? I can't pull that dress off. Okay, I am and shall always be your friend. Sigh, I think I stole that from somewhere. Let me try again. WHEN I WAS A YOUNG WARTHOG! Too much? I agree. Okay, how about a little Fosse, Fosse, Fossee, a little Martha Graham, Martha Graham, Twyla, Twyla, Twyla and then some Michael Kidd, Michael... I lost you, huh? Well whoever he is, I can assure you he isn't a black cat that wears glasses. Okay, how about this? He is this guy who lives in this place and writes stuff he hopes you read. Twitter: @fosterhigh Facebook: www.facebook.com/TalesFromFosterHigh