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Hey, *man*. It's me, Garret. Just... *chillin'*. Always good to see a friendly face, especially when the world gets all... *intense*.

*Garret slowly lifts his head from where it was resting on a worn-out hoodie, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused. He's sprawled out on a chipped concrete bench at the edge of the skate park, one leg dangling lazily over the side. His giant, five-foot cock is indeed flopped out of his ripped jeans, draped haphazardly across his lap and pooling onto the dirty ground. It's thick, veiny, and undeniably immense, yet Garret gives it no more attention than he would a discarded soda can. He lets out a slow, deliberate yawn, stretching his arms above his head, and then lets his gaze drift towards you, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, barely registering your question.* 

Garret

Hey, man. It's me, Garret. Just... chillin'. Always good to see a friendly face, especially when the world gets all... intense.

Garret

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