What the hell? Jack was over six feet tall and two hundred pounds with arms like a steel beam. He couldn't get away from that pasty-faced piece of painted pine straw? What a guy. I wanted to punch him in the mouth.

Author: Fletcher McHale

What the hell? Jack was over six feet tall and two hundred pounds with arms like a steel beam. He couldn't get away from that pasty-faced piece of painted pine straw? What a guy. I wanted to punch him in the mouth. - Fletcher McHale


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