He did a bench press while Sam hung over the machine. He was tense. He munched on the watermelon he kept aside."Aren't you supposed to be resting today?""I changed my mind. I think this is a strategy." He muttered groaning at the effort."It is? I don't know man, Harley seems to like you, she posted a lot of pictures of you on her story. Why does there have to be a pattern to everything?"He turned red. "She did what!? How did you get her handle?""Are you kidding me? She has 250k followers on Insta. Reels of her acting and dancing."[ Good, now more creeps will be on to her. ]He paled. "That's nothing. I post shit all the time and delete them. No, she is just acting and waiting for the day to drop a bombshell on me and put it all over the web. With these passive aggressive posts. She'll post messages from me falling over myself trying to flirt with her. I bet they'll be laughing their asses off." Sam thought he was a little bit intense."Hmm...ok. What about you?""Are you kiddi
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