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As the last act walked off the stage it was his time to shine. The crowd was getting their fill of the $3 well drinks and were ready to broadcast their moves on the dance floor. With mallets in hand, he knew it was now or never. Stomach full of jitters, spotlight beaming down… play em off Bruce.
He doesn’t climb mountains. He doesn’t box with strangers. He doesn’t even drink beer. He hasn’t left his leather chair in a week, but when he did it was to find another erotic novel. This is the least interesting anteater in the world.