What a fucking year this week has been.

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Setting: After lying low for little over a year after his back injury, he’s approached by the old producer of the movies we had worked on. Gale. Excited to announce his ex had become a new director was directing their first film and needed a stuntman.

Colt didn’t need to be told twice.

But apparently you did. Because you had no knowledge of requesting him.