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"You're welcome," Emery said happily, starting to eat.
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Edited at June 4, 2026 05:22 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Emery was halfway done by the time he finished, questioning why all men in her life ate so quickly.
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Edited at June 4, 2026 05:23 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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"Good, glad you liked them." She said, smiling softly as she finished and cleaned off her plate before stacking it atop of Noah's and opening her arms up. Rocky sprinted and hopped up into her arms, wagging his nub of a tail. "Hi bubs,"
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Edited at June 4, 2026 05:23 PM by Rose Thorn Manor
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Rocky was then carried like a baby as Emery went and deposited him outside, the doberman sprinting off.
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"I mean, there's no diffrence between him and a baby. Rocky is Max's biological son, totally, don't ask, I can't answer." Emery said with a bit of a laugh, watching as the dog snapped at butterflies.
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