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... cial waited.
The man held up his hands, running them quickly over Damon’s gloves, tugging on the straps to check the tape. Satisfied, he patted the wrist once and nodded.
"Cup," the official said flatly.
Damon gave a small grin and patted his groin guard with the back of his glove.
The official gave it a quick knock for confirmation, then dipped his fingers into the jar of Vaseline.
He rubbed it across Damon’s cheekbones and forehead, a thin sheen catching ...
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