I Didn’t Screw Up Red Granite Grinder and Neither Do You
“Matttttti?” My mom called. “Something just happened to your bike? Come up here and take a look.” I was half-naked in the basement bedroom, ready to fall asleep. The Red Granite Grinder was starting in eight hours, and I had to get up in six. I came upstairs. “I’m not sure what happened,” My mother …
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