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Drake ran through the courses of hell at the camp. Was it boot camp? Maybe, maybe not, but right now who cared, all he cared about was being big so he could get all the people he liked making the guys jealous. His body dashed, dived, dodged, creaked and snapped as he managed to get through it. He had a sweat, but he wasnt panting to much. He looked at the person beside and laughed. "I bet I ca beat you through this next one." He stated as his hair moved though the wind.
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