His phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: “Is this playing outside my house? Dude, your hook is stuck in my head.”
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His stomach dropped. He ripped off his headphones. From his open window, he heard it—faint, distorted, leaking from a car radio that had pulled over near his house. His own voice, singing the chorus: What is "Junior G" (e
Size don't matter when you got the heart of a lion I’m writing my story, I’m the Z to the Ion! His phone buzzed