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A Tale As Old As Time
Kavan.
Kavan lifted his head, just in time to see Fyn enter the cave.
As expected, he was carrying more baskets full of fruits and vegetables. Fyn took a deep breath and leaned down, dropping all the baskets he was carrying in one swift motion. He then wiped the sweat that dripped from his forehead with the back of his hand, "They just won't listen to me."
"Have you told them?"
"Countless times!" Fyn muttered, crossing his arms against his chest. "I told them that there's more than enough food here, but they still keep on leaving these on the edge of the forest."
Kavan chuckled. He closed the distance between the two of them, curling his arm around Fyn's waist. As usual, Fyn blushed, averting his gaze. Tilting his head, Kavan gripped his chin with his fingers and brushed his lips along with the man that he loved. "How is her daughter?"
Fyn's eyes twinkled. "She's almost ten now. It's really strange when I think
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