“The Quarterback Shoved My Little Sister — He Didn’t Know Her Brother Had Just Returned From a Black Ops Deployment”

a gold Rolex that could cover my rent for a year. He’s late forties, fit in the way that comes from expensive personal trainers, with Brad’s same facial features but hardened with age and entitlement. This is the father. “Where is he?” Gerald Sterling roars, his face already red with rage. “Where’s the animal who touched my son?”

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