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... suicide onto his apartment's cracked linoleum floor.
"Fuck, it's Kora again," he groaned, squinting at the bright screen through his hangover. "I guess her man doesn't satisfy her this time either. Now she needs my help."
He stretched, his muscular frame taking up most of the bed. It was basically the only thing he maintained these days—his body. Old habits from his football days. That and the genetic blessing his mama had always told him would either be his greatest gift or bigg ...
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