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Caden drove back home, getting out before helping her down, taking the food and carrying it inside. He sat and started eating, remembering something. "Oh yeah, y'know how i'm back to playing football? Yeah well I gotta start cutting and working out more. One workout after practice at the facility, and one before practice--here. 'Boutta be jacked again," He mused, chuckling
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She nodded. "Are you excited to play again?"
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"Oh absolutely, long as I don't have another random ass heartattack." He mused with a laugh
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She nodded. "And our baby will be there to cheer you on too"
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He chuckled, smiling softly as he continued eating.
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He continued eating, eventually finishing and cleaning a bit.
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"You done?" He asked, grabbing a glass and pouring scotch in it.
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She woke again, shooting up with a nod. "Sorry, just tired"
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