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Tyler looked mournfully down at Abby. He finally rolled his eyes and tugged his leg out from under her head, setting it gently down on the bed. Once that was done Tyler checked to make sure she was still asleep before walking into the bathroom and taking a fast shower
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Abby groaned as she rolled over.
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Tyler heard the groan and hurried, finishing in the shower. He got his pants on, stretching quickly before drying his upper body off. After that he would go out, make breakfast, take care of horses, figure out something else to do. Walla, his day was planned
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Abby curled closer to herself, practically in a ball. she wasn't under the covers. she was covered in goosebumps and freezing cold air
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Tyler walked out. Abby looked... absolutely freezing. Tyler saw she was still asleep so he walked over and grabbed the blankets, covering her up. After that Tyler walked back into the bathroom to finish brushing his very thick hair.... for the first time that week, it felt like. How did hair get so snarly...?
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she curled closer, the blankets covering her. she squinted as she squirmed in the bed
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Tyler let out a sigh. He was still slightly tired... but he felt great. He tested his left arm a little, and it didn't send shooting pain up it! Awesome! Tyler let out a breath, smiling
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Abby was still out. she hadn't slept well lately, yet it seemed like it by the way she acted, but inside she was a wreck. unable to control her crazy emotions
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Tyler finally walked out into the kitchen and started making breakfast. Scrambled eggs with bacon, cheese, and ham... mmm.... Tyler was happy just thinking about it. He warmed up the skillet, wondering when miss sleepyhead would haul her butt out of bed
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when Tyler started cooking, Abby's stomach growled. she hadn't eaten for wo days and she was starving, almost literally. she was weaker by each passing day and slept longer each day. she was thinking that one day, she would starve during the night and never wake up. she squinted and uncurled. getting closer in the waking up process
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