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Caden takes a seat near the bar,pullling out his laptop.He finished his bioligy homework and then his calculus homework. |
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Once Caden finished his homework, Rose went and sat next to him again. "Sorry you're sick, love." She said, intertwining her fingers with his. "I wish I could fix it." |
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"We're both sick,and I got medicine so,i'll probaly be fine tommorow.Shit,the games tommorow." He banged his fist on the table. "I wish you could fix it to." He said,intertwining his fingers with her and resting his head on his fist. |
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"Please don't hurt yourself, love." She murmered, kissing his cheek. "I don't think you could understand how worried I would be if you hurt anymore than you already do. I'm thinking of not competing at regionals with the rest of the team anyways. The team dosn't like me, or they jsut use me as a tool and not a teammate...." |
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"Im not going to hurt myself.I'll be fine." He sighed. "I know that feeling.Just getting used and not appreciated." |
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"Yeah." She said, watching him. |
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"Im going to go train for tommorow.I feel fine now." Caden got up before heading outside. |
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"Oh, lord. Please be careful, love!" She called after him |
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Caden gave a thumbs up before doing yard-goal training. |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
