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He heads into his bedroom and into the closet,pulling out a box. |
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Rosa watches, curious. "What's that?" |
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"Nothing.Nothing at all.And nothing to be concerned about either." He said as he jumped and shoved the box back under the clothes. |
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Rosa raises an eyebrow. "Fess up Caden, whwat is it?" |
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"I told you,it's nothing." He half snapped,fuming and walking out,carrying the box. |
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Rosa steps back, slightly startled by his change in behavior |
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He brings the box to a room downstairs,locking the door behind him.It clicked shut as he sat down and opened the box,revelaing trophies and jerseys from football. |
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Rosa paces back and forth feeling bad for upsetting him. |
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He picks up a jersey,bullet-sied holes torn through it,near the chest area.A small stain of blood surrounding them.Caden sighed and walked out of the room,a sad aroma following. |
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Morning Showers then Cooling
