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    Pummel: Fuck Jane

    St-Simon: nah…

    St-Simon: i dont think shes done anything wrong…

    Pummel: youre right

    Pummel: Sorry Jane

    Pummel: FUCK ROZANOV

    Varkov: FUCK ROZANOV

    Connors: Hey guys did you see this article about Rose Landry and Shane Hollander?

    Carmichael: Bad timing, man.

    Connors: Oh

    Connors: Give me a second to read back.

    Connors: Oh….

    Connors: FUCK ROZANOV

    [Or, how the Raiders---in particular the long suffering Cliff Marleau, dealt with the Great Jane Debacle of 2016, told in a series of texts, posts, and Cliff being the best Bostonian friend Ilya could ask for]

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    07 Jun 2026

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    "After an hour of breathing exercises, retracing what he had learned about himself and others, he opened his Notes app:

    want:
    Ilya
    Stanley Cups
    Awards

    not doing:
    Dissociating
    Making myself small to make others comfortable
    Waiting ten fucking years

    Watching the clock, the time he had been waiting for was finally there.

    Time to remind Ilya where the smoking area was."

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    In 2021, Shane and Ilya are sent back to 2008. And they are determined to do it better this time.

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    11 Apr 2026

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    The doorbell rings just as Shane is finishing brushing his teeth – the first thing they rose to do, because he wants to kiss Ilya good morning – and he and Ilya exchange a confused look in the bathroom mirror. It's barely dawn, and Ilya's curls are adorably tousled from sleep as he scratches his ribs lazily, toothbrush dangling from the corner of his mouth. 

    Shane hesitates, then rinses his toothpaste out and runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, it's probably anti-doping."

    No one else would be here at this hour – unless it's an emergency.

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    09 Mar 2026

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    @HarveySmth76: 
    So, Dallas Kent's teammate just tweeted this: 

    Rozanov isn’t any better, though. Like we all know it. Dude's banged like a thousand women. Bet if even just a few of them talked, you'd all be shutting up about Kent pretty quick. 

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    Dallas Kent’s teammate makes a bigoted assumption. A very loud, very incorrect assumption. Twitter eats him alive.

    Because, yes, Rozanov has slept with a lot of women and they have a lot to say. About consent and check-ins and that accent.

    #OkIWillTalk is trending, as is #SexGodOfTwitter. Toronto Survivor's Legal Fund is finally gaining some traction. And Ilya is definitely going to punch Kent. Again.

    Told through twitter snapshots and extracts from the Ottawa Centaurs Group Chat. 

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    01 Mar 2026

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    Once outside, he leaned forward and put his hand against the cold stone wall. His phone was still to his ear, the message still recording. 

    “Ilya. Please. Please. I can’t do this. I don’t know what to do. Please. You can’t be dead.” His voice broke on the word. “I love you. I love you so much. More than anything. I need to hear your voice. I need you to…I need you…I need you…fuck. Please Ilya, please.” 

    Shane took the phone away from his ear and held it between both hands as though he were praying. He realized he was on the floor and didn’t know how he got there. He was crying. He was fairly certain he was hyperventilating. 

    His brain was desperately trying to grab at anything. Any thread of logic. Any idea of what to do next. 

    I have to see him. 

    Yes. That made sense. Shane needed to get to Tampa. Now. He would go there. He would find Ilya. Ilya would be fine. They would be together. He would see him. Tell him how much he loved him. He had to go. He had to go now. 

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    OR: What if Ilya lost his phone during the emergency landing, Shane couldn't reach him, he panicked, and chartered a plane to Tampa to find him instead...

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    20 Feb 2026