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I was at a local restaurant and went to the bar to get some drinks. The bartender obviously trained and he and I swapped some war stories. He told me of a powerlifting gym in my area that I'd never heard of (I train at home) and asked me to come and train. I thanked him. I laughed and said I was just an old man with a million injuries and would only be in the way anyhow. As we talked and he told me his numbers, I wasn't sure if he was telling the truth or not. Apparently, he wasn't lying. Kid seems to be the real deal.
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