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She took it right back. "You rake in the money, breadwinner" |
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"Might I just remind you you've actually saved my life three times? The first two are...well, when I attempted. And the other is literally two days ago, when some crackhead stabbed me." I countered, stealing the dish right back. |
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"You listen here, Caden Ortiz, you let me do the god damn mother fucking dishes and you sit your ass on the couch, understand" She snapped, yanking the dish away and blocking the sink with her body in front of him |
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I just nodded, silent as I walked over to the couch and sat down. -Damn,- |
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"Thank you. Sit there and look pretty" She she called from the kitchen |
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"I'm real good at that, that's why paparazzi have so many photos of me with my shirt off." I teased, chuckling. |
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"I have better mental and physical photos of you" She countered |
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"That's terrifying to hear," I teased, laughing. |
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"Both clean and not so much" She said, smirking as she joined him on the couch |
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My brows just shot up at the mention of the types of photos she had, shaking my head lightly. "Don't remind me," I muttered, burying my face in my hands. |
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Steady Rain all Day
