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The Fight

It had been The Kid’s dream ever since he started boxing, his therapist had suggested it as a way to work out his anger, his anger about himself, his situation and the world, it was just supposed to be an outlet, but as soon as he picked up those gloves he had dreamed of a shot at the title. He never made it far enough to have a chance for that dream to come through.

Never Judge a Cook by His Oven

The sister removed her hands from her brother’s eyes revealing the old abandoned hospital making him totally freak out in excitement. “You have to be kidding? There’s no way you got a table at Leben? There— there’s a waiting list of several months. How did you do it?” He asked excitedly. “I got us on the waiting list. There’s not much to it really, you just have to wait a bit,” she answered.

The Picture of Dorian Bae

Dorian Bae was the man Sabrina had dreamed of her whole life. No, that’s not true. He was more than she had ever dreamed of. He was more handsome. He was kinder. He was, as her friend had put it, a hunk beyond dreams. He had a chiseled and strong yet playful face with a smirk that could have saved the titanic, because it would melt anyone and anything. His body was muscular and defined, but at the same time warm and inviting, with big arms that could wrap around you so tightly you would forget the whole world.