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Matt said with conviction. D.J. and Dex looked at each other. “Yo, man, what the fuck he is talking about?” D.J. asked Dex. “I don’t know,” Dex said with shock. “Joseph Jetsen,” Matt said. “Who?” D.J. asked in a high-pitched tone. “You probably know him as Joe. Skinny guy, messy hair, liked smoking his own supply from time to time,” Matt explained. D.J.’s head fell back. “Ah man, he’s dead, isn’t he?”

Me: She’s in good hands ✊🏼 Mom: If you hit on her, I will get off this hospital bed and hit you! Me: Emily and I are going to be good friends 😌 don’t worry about her. Mom: Good. Be her best-friend, she’s short on those. Me: Okay, gtg shopping. Talk to you later. Love ya ❤️ Mom: 😘 * * * I was in the middle of shopping for the groceries, the trolley was half-full and I was grabbing for a carton of milk when my phone started ringing Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake. One of my stupid teammates had

Freya passes a evil smile to Joseph. "Alright" Jospeh was taking his position when. "Do in Shirtless" random girl screams "Are you serious girl?? Jospeh asked her shocked. "Yes! Ryan now we all should see something interesting rightttt" "Yes obviously Jospeh sir c'mon" ryan wink Joseph remove his coat and the shirt he was wearing showing off gis biceps. Slowly he remove his shirt. 6 fit tall boy with 6 packs, damn strong biceps, fair complexion.

MacJoe was talking to hinself Inside his bedroom without anybody around him, Few hours later, MacJoe called Leo, “hi guy” Leo responded, “how are you today?“ he asked, “I am very happy, and excited” Macjoe retorted, “what made you happy and excited?“ Leo asked, “what I have been battling for more than a decade, I finally overcome, and my mission to stay away from illicit has been accomplished, am now a new being” MacJoe retorted, “that Is a great news” Leo said, “and how Is your have doing, have you started getting along?“ Leo asked,

His pep talks usually had some bite, but tonight, with everything on the line, his voice boomed like a war drum. “Well done, boys! You’ve put in the hours, and it shows. Tomorrow, we don’t just skate; we dominate. The Whitecastle Strikers won’t know what hit them. Keep this energy, fight for every puck, and we’ll walk out of there with victory in our hands. Is that understood?” “Yes, Coach!” we roared back in unison, fists pounding sticks. He narrowed his eyes at us like a hawk. “And listen, don’t blow this tonight. No clubs, no all-night drinking. You need every ounce of energy tomorrow. Hype yourselves up, sure, but don’t waste it drowning in booze and stumbling in late. Clear?”