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“Looks like the bigger half of an entertainment center?” I offered

It was enorht to the edge of theover the side It hit the botto like driftwood and sending up a big cloud of swirling dust

“Uh, should you really be carrying that on your shoulder?” I asked hesitantly

“No,” Hunter jumped in “No, he really shouldn’t”

“But—”

“Dude, no buts!” cried Hunter “You’re on a football scholarship, reine you tore your shoulder just now Over some stupid entertainment center, three decades old!”

Now that he wasn’t carrying anything, I could see BrandonI couldn’t help but notice about him was that he was shirtless

Oh my God…

The kid — no, thenext to the dumpster was the perfect picture of an Adonis His chest was so big and well-defined he looked like an action hero His arms so ripped with muscle, they seemed almost fake Brandon stood there for awith the exertion of what he’d just done He reminded me of the statue of some Greek God Like he was sculpted out of marble

“You’re right,” he said “That was stupid”

“Daht it was stupid,” Hunter chastised hi—”

“You’re bleeding,” I jumped in