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... Billy and Artur made their way back toward the shed.
Billy carried the folded tarp under one arm, while Artur held the coiled ropes in his hand.
Their steps were quiet, unhurried. They didn’t need to speak—something about the silence between them was comfortable now, almost protective.
As they reached the old wagon, Billy dropped the tarp with a light thud and stretched his arms overhead.
Artur gave him a side glance, lips tugging faintly. "You’re getting too used ...
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