Nick was seated across from his mother and Alfie at the breakfast table with different food laid out for an entire household. Nora, the pack house caretaker and head chef, added another stack of pancakes onto Nick's plate, and he mumbled, “Thank you.” After a very long session of morning warm-up, Nick was tired. Not as tired as Alfie, who kept scoffing down every available food into his mouth as if they were going to vanish. Alfie had received the brunt of Nick's bad mood; their workout extending over 2 hours, he could barely feel his legs. “You'll choke if you keep up with that pace,” Nick mocked, pointing his fork in Alfie's face. Alfie rolled his eyes far back into his head and swallowed the food in his mouth, then replied, “It would be a reward for the horror you've put me through this morning.” “Whining because of an hour extra? I overestimated you,” Nick said. “2 hours extra,” Alfie replied with vigor. His legs were still vibrating from the horror Nick had put him thr
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