Kyle was already home from highschool, making Dinner. Ever since their parents died, he had to be his little sister's parents. He sighed, making some BBQ ribs. While they were in the oven, he decided to go look into the garage. He had the time cook for the ribs in sync with his watch. Kyle was A bit short, chamorrow, black straight hair, with somebaggy shorts and a black Fokai jacket with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He decided to punch the Dummy for his Martial arots training around untill the food was ready, which wouldt be for an hour.
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It's not the destination that brings us joy, it is the path that we follow to get to that destination that brings us joy.
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