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His pecs were greatly accentuated, and his shoulder and biceps were ready to burst the seams, but no matter how he moved they didn’t give. The silly volunteer shirt the college student wore was too small. ‘THICK’ was the first word that came to mind when Emerson saw the neck and muscular body the hand was attached to. Of course, Emerson was just going to follow, but a strong clasp from a hand fell on his shoulder.Įmerson slightly turned his neck to see there was a mountain of a guy standing behind him. Bernardo and Emerson tried to stick together, but a bubbly girl dragged Bernardo away claiming him for her group. Immediately they started splitting people into groups. Their late-night streams on twitch assured they didn’t exactly have the most active dating life.Ī whistle blew and that’s when college students assigned to give tours popped out of the building the crowd had just seen. Emerson nudged him in the side before the two broke into a fit of laughter. Then again maybe it’s the former because he did just walk completely past me and everyone knows I’m the hot one.” Benardo bemused. “Who knows, part of me says – ‘stranger danger’ and the other part says this is college life for you. “Do you think he was serious?” Emerson asked.
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