May 21, 2022
It’s hypocritical to say this but
Everyone’s talking about greece, italy, Etc
BUT ROMANO’S A ONE NUMBER MOOD LMA-
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seen from Hong Kong SAR China
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It’s hypocritical to say this but
Everyone’s talking about greece, italy, Etc
BUT ROMANO’S A ONE NUMBER MOOD LMA-
me looking at the video of radja arriving in milan
FUCK EVERYTHING BYE
Fat Turkeys Get Eaten.
44, 45, 46, 47, 48...
Roma grunted with each lift of the barbell, face red with blood. His spotter egged him on, voice pressing Roma past the searing burn in his chest. He felt like he couldn’t breathe as he finally made 50, hands shaking as he eased the weight back into place. Roma fell flat against the bench, head swimming as he gasped for air. Leaning his head back, he flashed his spotter a toothy grin. “I told you that wasn’t too much,” He whispered hoarsely, earning nothing but laughs from his friend. Pulling himself to his feat, Roma scanned the room for open equipment. What he found, however, was far more interesting.
“Is that...?”
Perhaps he had lifted too much. While he’d never met Frederick Chilton, Will’s descriptions had been enough to assure Roma that the little man wasn’t the sort for weightlifting. Certainly this was some adrenaline fueled dream...or an amazing opportunity to annoy a foppish narcissist. Failing at subtlety, Roma snuck toward Chilton, peaking out from behind treadmills like a child playing spy.