(My name is Lucas. I'm 22, I have dark short hair, blue eyes, a slight stubble. I have a fit body due to daily gym sessions and my parkour training.)
When I see a tiny guy running on my floor, I understand that someone else drank the cup I reserved for my ex.
"Well, let's see who it is." I sigh to myself.
I walk to the running tiny, easily catching up and I grab him with two fingers.
"You!" I say with gritted teeth as I recognize my former bully. "Well, at least I won't waste the growing formula on you." I laugh.
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