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THIRTEEN

Wrapping my gown around myself tighter, I peek in through the doorway. 

Tai stands in the middle of the room, fiddling around with a small object wedged into an unfamiliar mechanical item. Most of the space is consumed by the large wooden benches and tables, all stacked with tools and half-done projects. 

"It's late,” I murmur, leaning against the doorway. 

Tai glances up from what he is working, eyes vibrant as he drinks in the sight of me. He wears just a shirt with no jacket, the cotton fabric clinging to his arms and abdomen. Sometimes I forget how much hi

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