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Cluade son

" Pray your respect " as cluadius prayed for grace he was faking it he was really thinking on going out to play eh prayed and ran out his father thought praying to God would get them both out but problem was my best friends dad was a God so every time Morson came he would grovel at his feet and beg how embarrassing anyway Morson would laugh it off he petted his hat it wasn't that fair he supposed this was what it was like for his foster brother Quasimodo his father was a creep Cluadius had to admit one thing though his friend was smoking those bluish black locks in flame designs but also spiky those muscular arms that threatened to rip anything he wore his muscular but bubbly ass those evil yellow eyes that glowed at night those msucular thighs rock hard abs