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Gatlin let out a heavy breath pulling free yet another weed from the overgrown planter boxes, they were overrun and she had been clearing them out all day. The place was so large however it felt like she hadn’t even made a dent in the jungle of a place “do you need a hand?” Onyx asked startling her from her thoughts. “Aren’t you busy with the bricks?” Gatlin asked but her focus was on yet another week yanking it free from the soil. Luckily with the smashed ceiling, some rain had been able to get inside and the dirt had remained at least slightly workable. “I’m finished” his words caught her off guard. There were so many loose bricks and barriers around the place how on earth was he finished the question repeated in her mind over and over. “How?” She found herself asking. Onyx laughed
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