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"True,true.Back to what I was saying,besides football.Like,do you want to move anywhere,do anything,get anything.Rose,it's all at the snap of my fingers,I can give you any physical item in the world.What's one thing you really want besides me?Like,I can puchases it item." He asks,genuine. |
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"Nothing" She said. She had never asked anything of him as long as she could remember and she wasn't about to make a habit of it now |
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"Rose,like,anything you want to do in Ireland?Please,you deserve it." |
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"Love, I don't want you spending stupid amounts of money on me. It's your money." |
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"Your my fiancee.Plus,I hate having all this money.The only reason I still do this is because im good at it." Caden starts,kissing her neck. |
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"Okay,sorry about that.Back to what we were saying.What is our future going to be like?" |
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Rose thought for a moment. She wanted to do everything she could with him, but that wasn't reasonable. "I don't know" |
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"Good.Because neither do I.No plans in my head,currently.Just live low,stay out of shit,be with you as often as I can,maybe get another dog." |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
