Later in the evening, after a luxury feed and tales from Gideon about bullying children at school, Gronk felt less angry. Especially when he heard Gideon had been picking on friends of Steve Nobody’s son. Whatever his name is, the little scrote, he thought. Gronk went to bed. Relaxing with plump pillows propped up, he leant back and clasped his hands together. He liked to go home on a night and revel in his status. Gronk sighed.
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