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I was exhausted after the ten rounds in four hours.

I woke up and he was gone.

I went downstairs to see Shawn being a busy bee and Carter tucked in.

It was nearly 4 am.

"Hey Shawn."

He didn't turn around all he said was,

"Hey."

"Working hard, what is it?"

Shawn moved his head away from this large poster paper.

Photos of him and Taylor.

There was also a basket above that on the counter where the frame was.

"All these photos glued on a large cardboard with a frame outline."

Like duh Shawn I see that.

What for though?

Just for Taylor's happiness?

One day Shawn will give me his happiness in a gift for my happiness.

- Matthew

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