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Chapter 47: When the Morning is You
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... row dirt path, the fading sun painting golden stripes through the trees. Billy walked beside him, kicking at little stones now and then, the air warm and quiet around them.
"You know," Billy said after a stretch of silence, "if I hadn't seen you with a hammer or carrying logs, I'd never believe you're this strong."
Artur gave him a sideways glance. "And why's that?"
"You have soft hands," Billy teased, bumping his elbow against Artur's.
"I do not."
"You ab ...
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