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CHAPTER SEVENErnesto dropped his shirt in the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He thought he was too skinny. He needed to bulk up, do weights or something. He didn’t like Naomi’s father, but the guy had a point. Ernesto didn’t want to be a little wimpy guy. Naomi was attracted to something about Ernesto Sandoval, and he needed to build on that. Chicks liked guys who were ripped, Ernesto figured.
Ernesto dug in his closet for the weights he used to play around with. He never took bodybuilding seriously, but now he was interested in building some muscle. He wanted to be one of those dudes who put on a T-shirt and could show some muscles underneath it. When Ernesto put on a T-shirt, it hung on him like a sack.
Ernesto was feeling good, unusually good. Everything seemed t
