He was a simple hotshot living in Central Missouri. The creamed coffee brown hair of his was blowing in the wind as he welded to his hearts content. He lifted up his helmet and wiped the sweat off of his beautiful shiny forehead. The yellow jacket he wore clashed with those candy colored eyes, yet they fit so well. Just like he was about to fit like a glove inside someone else.
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Master chef
FanfictionJust a man trying to make some money when suddenly someone finds out his secrete
