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Chapter Sixteen
Arlo Pov Uncle Joey is already hitting the bags pretty hard when I join him the next morning. He has his shirt off and is pummelling the punch bag. He has always been strong and agile in his fighting. I look towards the glass window of the gym and there are several teenage girls giggling to each other. I shake my head at them as I approach Joey. He hears me coming and turns to me, “morning kid, you ready to get started?” “Yes,” I say and pull my own top over my head. Uncle Joey looks toward the glass and back to me before smirking. “Is that for their benefit?” He teases. I throw my hands out to the side, “well I had to show them what a real body looks like, they’ve been staring at your old man muscles.” I tease him back and he shakes his head. “Pfft, old man muscles.” He is b
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