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Pulling Weights
Kris' loud giggles filled the entire house as he played around with a ball Gray had just bought, and it cheered me up a little. I had spent a few minutes just making sure I didn't look like the wreck I felt, and once I was satisfied with how I looked, I came down. I could smell seasoning, and I immediately made my way to the kitchen. Gray was cutting up vegetables, his hair slicked back into a man bun, his eyes darting between the knife and the video tutorial he was watching. I gave a small smile as I walked around to the work table and sat on it, one leg pulled up, and the other dangling off the island. "From the aroma, I can tell you are doing well." He looked up at me, then smiled. "I hope so." He continued cutting the vegetables before setting them away, his eyes darting to me. "I
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