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"Yeah, totally fine." He mumbled, making her some breakfast. |
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Rose glared at him, her pain making her snappy |
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Caden glared back as a joke, not being able to keep a straight face as he did so. He slid a plate out infront of her and handed a fork off. "Eat, please." |
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Rose rolled her eyes but ate the food anyways. Once she was done, she took care of her dishes. "Happy?" She asked, her lungs tightening as she winced |
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"Tha happiest I could be," He mused, making himself something to eat. |
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Rose nodded, sitting on the counter and watching him |
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He made just a quick omelette, downing the coffee and setting the mug aside as he plated his food. |
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Rose watched him, barely keeping her face straight as her pain rose higher |
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"You okay?" He asks her, calling Murphy as the great dane walked in. |
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Rose shook her head, closing her eyes |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
