Thunr's Rudy Gay: Htg open market
Contents:
- THUNR'S RUDY GAY: HTG OPEN MARKET
- A GAY UPLE RAN A RAL RTRANT PEACE. THEN NEW NEIGHBORS ARRIVED.
- A GAY UPLE RAN A RAL RTRANT PEACE. THEN NEW NEIGHBORS ARRIVED.
THUNR'S RUDY GAY: HTG OPEN MARKET
The Thunr waived Gay on Wednday, Shams Charania of The Athletic beg alt to the Hawks earlier the offseason and then gettg re-routed to Oklahoma Cy another tra, Gay will bee a ee agent whout havg ever donned a Thunr uniform.
A GAY UPLE RAN A RAL RTRANT PEACE. THEN NEW NEIGHBORS ARRIVED.
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A GAY UPLE RAN A RAL RTRANT PEACE. THEN NEW NEIGHBORS ARRIVED.
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