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Broth and Pictures
Gray slowly put the small amount of things we had into a brown paper bag. He had grabbed a simple dress for me to wear, and I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him finish up, the zip of the dress open. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking up to me as he finished up, then walked over to where I was sitting. I nodded, smiling a little weak. "I am a little weak. If I wasn't so tired, I would probably go the old route and prepare some broth." He gave a small laugh as he gently zipped me up, then walked away, grabbing the bag. "Broth?" I nodded. "Yeah. You know. Some meat. Spicem warmth. Homemade. I know they sell it at restaurants, but nothing beats homemade stew." He chuckled. "And what do I need to make homemade broth?" "I would prefer broth with vegetables right now, so I can add nood
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