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Writer's POV…

Rolling continuously on the bed, the amount of laziness he felt to stand up was overwhelming. He let out a groan, his eyes staring directly and blankly at the ceiling.

“Fuc. k. I'm so fucki. ng tired” he whined, letting out a yawn. Last night, he worked his ass out—from preparing dinner and then to chopping the woods; though he had some assistance from Cori, it was still hectic.

Needlessly, Caddel rolled out of the bed, stood up, and dragged his feet towards the bathroom. Once he was done taking a bath, he hung a towel over his shoulders and came out...