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Xion had everything people swore they wanted—money, fame, a six-figure crib, expensive whips, and an NBA career that had his face plastered all over sports magazines. But somewhere along the way, Xion stopped caring about any of it. He was cold, distant, and damn near impossible to get close to. Everybody knew him as the basketball player who barely smiled, barely talked, and always had some slick shit to say when somebody got too comfortable.