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Rosa made herself some eggs and ham and sat down to eat. |
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Eventually his throat grew hoarse and after recording the final version,he grabbed the music,and his it in a large,hickory oak chest. |
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Rosa snicks some food down to the dogs. |
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As Caden was good with hiding the music,he was good at hiding his mind.The twists and turns,the massive wall of anxiety,spiraling depression,worry,PTSD,all locked away in his mind hickory chest.Locked away for nobody to see it,ever. |
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Rosa sighs, grabbing her phone. How's Caden doing? She asks Brock |
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Good.He said he ate when i checked in |
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Caden chugged a bottle of water before strumming his guitar to the tune of his music.The window was open,letting the music out and the chilly air in. |
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Caden chugged a bottle of water before strumming his guitar to the tune of his music.The window was open,letting the music out and the chilly air in. |
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Rosa goes to take the dogs on a walk |
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Steady Rain all Day
