Love mends even the broken parts
The process went shockingly well, and before Loren knew it, he had poured the last of the concrete. Setting the final container down, he straightened up with a wince. Rubbing his lower back, he met Morgan's gaze.
Resisting the urge to sigh or whine or roll his eyes or any number of the inappropriate responses that sprang to mind, he just walked towards the recently poured and neatened concrete. Hesitating for just a moment, he reached in and down and pressed his hand into the wet material. Once an impression had formed, he pulled his hand out and wiped his palm on a nearby patch of snow. Glancing at the Warden, he raised his eyebrows.
Loren presses his hand into the concrete.
Resisting the urge to sigh or whine or roll his eyes or any number of the inappropriate responses that sprang to mind, he just walked towards the recently poured and neatened concrete. Hesitating for just a moment, he reached in and down and pressed his hand into the wet material. Once an impression had formed, he pulled his hand out and wiped his palm on a nearby patch of snow. Glancing at the Warden, he raised his eyebrows.
Loren presses his hand into the concrete.
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