Four or five teen males of the species, wild in the bush, formidable animals drawn to risk and danger. My tribe, my pack, my troop. We are full of spit, fire, and trouble, eager for an opportunity to spend our excess energy, to show the world, and ourselves, that we are specimens to be reckoned with, dangerous, for real, ain’t takin’ shit from you, him…
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