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... on echoed through the cold morning air, startling a few sparrows off the sagging power lines above. Ryan exhaled slowly, chest rising and falling under the dim floodlight that stretched his shadow past the three-point arc.
The alcohol was long gone from his blood.
[WESTBROOK CURRENT SYNC RATE: 72%]
He pinched the inside of his upper arm—still too lean.
That missing 28%? He knew exactly how to earn it. Build this body up. Muscle by muscle, rep by rep.
He’d ...
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