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Greyson opened the door with a wide grin smudged with dirt. His brilliant white teeth sparkled in contrast. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until later,” he said, collecting me from the step and into his arms for a hug. “I should shower before I hug you, but it’s too late now. I missed you.”
“I missed you too. Don’t worry about the dirt. I’m here to help.”
“Help with what?”
“The crater.”
He smiled. “The pond, you mean.”
“Until I see water and ducks, it’s a crater.”
“Do you want to see it now? I’ve made some progress.”
The way his T-shirt tugged at him, the crater wasn’t the only thing progressing. Greyson was firm before, but the newly developing muscles were quite fascinating. The need to explore this new world was growing achingly large.
“I’d love to see your progress,” I said
