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"Leo?" she started, her voice a mix of confusion and mounting concern. "What on earth is going on in here?"

His mother stared at the now-black screen, then back at her son, who was sweating more than the athletes she had just seen. She set the groceries down slowly. teanna trump we're just wrestling mom

"Well," she said, her tone dry enough to wither a cactus. "I hope she wins the championship. Now come help me with the frozen peas." "Well," she said, her tone dry enough to wither a cactus

Leo exhaled, the lie hanging in the air like a heavy fog. He knew she didn't believe him for a second, but as he followed her to the kitchen, he realized that in the world of "wrestling," sometimes the biggest struggle is just keeping a straight face. He knew she didn't believe him for a