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    They met regularly in between games, and when they didn’t meet, Ilya came back to the same boring documentary. “This is Shane Hollander’s fortress of solitude,” the TV announced and his dick already knew what it meant.

    He seemed to never get tired of watching how his muscles tensed around his thighs when he pushed his hips in the air, or how his toned arms looked fucking strong stretched like that. Ilya was sure Shane picked those boring ass clothes with nothing in his mind in particular, but fuck, that tight shorts looked so tiny on him–

    And there he was. Cumming again, like a teenager, watching Shane Hollander show his yoga skills for a lame documentary.

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    Ilya tests Shane's flexibility since he hasn't got the balls to tell him he would like to see him do yoga positions for him

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    11 Jun 2026

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    Shane is out, almost proud, and definitely not unattached.  

    He’s about to have his hot girl summer. 

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    (Shane Hollander and the mortifying ordeal of being known, knowing oneself, and unlearning the shame that stays even once the secret is gone.) 

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    10 Jun 2026

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    At age 46, Ilya Rozanov, retired former Captain and star forward of the Ottawa Centaurs, six time Stanley Cup Winner, and widely regarded as one of the most talented hockey players of all time, is diagnosed with dementia.

    Five years later, the legacy he leaves behind is beautiful.

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    10 Jun 2026

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    Step 1: Read your potential new boyfriend's phone.

    Step 2: Have a jealous meltdown.

    Step 3: Fuck him so good he remembers who he belongs to.

    Ilya’s so good at this relationship thing.

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    10 Jun 2026

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    The first sound Ilya hears is a thin, discordant symphony of beeps and whirs. Something vibrating. 

    The next thing he hears is…wet. A sort of shaking, gargling sound, that feels like the ugliest crying he’s ever heard. And through it, Shane’s voice. 

    “I’m with him now, mom. He’s— he’s not fine. He’s not. I know—”

    Ilya wants to ask who's not fine, but he can’t feel his own body, his mouth, enough to ask.

    “Yeah,” Shane is saying, only slightly calmer. “I know. He wasn’t breathing—"

    Ilya knows there's a link, between the clinical musicality of medical settings, Shane’s audible, awful distress, and his own physical incapacity. It’s just, it’s so tenuous, and the air around him is so thick, so heavy. It would be easy, to sleep, a little. 

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    Footage of the last game between Ottawa and Montreal is everywhere; it’s breached containment from the sports world, and now it seems like everyone is baying for Montreal’s blood. Except, Ilya is oblivious. Not exactly blissfully so, but as the fight for accountability within the league rages on without him, Ilya just wants someone, anyone, to tell him what happened.

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    10 Jun 2026