Techno had told him to clean up the gardens in the front of the house, but Tommy hated the work with a passion- this was his least favorite chore. The sun beat down on him, and his shirt clung to his back, sweat seeping through the fabric. He tossed it into the pile by his left and stretched. After one final frustrated yank and grunt, it came loose, and he fell back on his rear end, tugging a strip of useless weedroot with him. Tommy wrapped his hands in the roots of the weed he’d been working on for five minutes and pulled as hard as he could. Never forget these :), Blue's Fic Recs, read again Stats: Published: Words: 13881 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 217 Kudos: 992 Bookmarks: 236 Hits: 10407
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