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When We Were Called Kings (BoyxBoy)

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I never was the best athlete in school even in High School, but an opportunity came after I was introduced to The Noble Art of Pugilism.

Hello, my name is Daud Thomas I am a 21-year-old Professional Boxer, I am or once was the Heavyweight Champion of The World before things got complicated and all this other shit happened like life, work and deep family issues.

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Greetings, my name is Jordan Olsen I am a 19-year-old NBA player who used to play for the Charlotte hornets before my current abusive husband Aiden Duncan made me quit, right as I was becoming very well known amongst the people. I hate him and just want someone to save me from his constant verbal and physical abuse.

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Two well-known figures of the 21st century struggle with life after each of them had to quit their professions for impacts that harmed them physically, emotionally and spiritually. Can they both find and save each other from the brink of destruction and continue their old lives? Or will they remain forever forgotten to the people they had once inspired and transformed?All Rights Reserved

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