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Yo, he was always the runt of the litter in his class. But this school year, he was all in, ready to hit the gym hard and shoot up in height. He thought he’d start seeing gains in just weeks.

Dude, the feeling when his biceps were so pumped they almost blew up his sleeves for the first time? Epic.

Before summer break hit, his motto was “sun’s out, guns out.” His folks had his back, hookin' him up with all the gains supplements, but man, they were over buying him new shirts all the time.

During vacation, he grinded at the gym, stacking cash. He was so done with that lame Hyundai; he wanted a Dodge RAM instead. So, he skipped the barber and gave his mullet a chop.

Dude was taking some serious stuff and training like a beast – results were insane. While his buddies barely had any hair down there, he was pruning his bush twice a week.

He thought Coach would keep hyping him up, but grades were tanking fast. And his homies were complaining about the smell. Seriously, he just wanted to be a pro bodybuilder or work for a moving crew. Like, what’s the big deal?

“Uh, so that’s why WWII sucked. War’s bad, peace is awesome…” He barely wrapped up his presentation.

Hard body and soft brain.

His eyes trying to recognize something. To have a cognitive thought. To have some slight brain function.

But he can't. Instead he just flexes. Following his programming.

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