Hyper Elite Disrupter
In the morning he fished around in his trunk. He'd remembered something.
The now filthy tent tarp covered everything. It was twisted around his old maps and tire jack and half empty 10w40 motor oil bottles. Finally he got it clear. A package of athletic socks from his mother. A genuine Nike product. Red, white and blue in a di…
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