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Chapter 62: A Smile Worth Fighting For
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... stretching long shadows across the floorboards. The house stood still, wrapped in the hush only early mornings understood. On the couch, tangled in the warmth of a shared blanket, Billy stirred first.
His lashes fluttered open slowly, a sleepy haze still clouding his eyes. The first thing he felt wasn't the light, or the stiffness in his legs — it was Artur, his head nestled against Billy's chest, arms loosely wrapped around his waist, breathing slow and even.
Billy didn't move. ...
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