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"Good morning Eleanor," My aunt greeted as I moseyed on into the kitchen, Saturday morning. I groaned in response as I braced my back with my hands and stretched back in an attempt to relieve the ache in my back. That couch may have looked all nice and comfortable, but it was like sleeping on a brick. I fell onto the dining room chair and rubbed my sore shoulders "Fall asleep watching T.V last night?" She asked as she stirred the food in the pan. Before I could answer a loud groan erupted from the doorway and we both looked over to see a rough looking Gabriel in his underwear. His hair was all over the place and he had dark bags under his eyes. "Jesus Christ, Gabriel Wood! Put some clothes on!" She scolded and his face scrunched up as he winced. He held his hand up to silence her and he wa

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