![]() Once a week, Jordy went to the town newspaper’s offices and picked up stacks of advertising supplements to distribute. As he rubbed the contents of the latter onto his nose, he surveyed the house he was in front of and pondered the former. The bicycle’s occupant, a bespectacled, pale teen named Jordy Kuhn, dismounted and reached into his satchel for two things: a plastic bag, and a bottle of sunscreen. ![]() The squeak of a dry bike chain punctured the quiet summer air, allowing the pedals to rotate once more before they came to a stop. Warning: this story is hot as fuck! If you agree, buy me a protein shakeso I can get big as hell during quarantine? If every person who reads this story chips in, I could pay my rent AND grow my muscles…
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