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"You'd be the jacked, hot, football genius." She said softly, smiling at him and handing him the plate of food |
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Caden laughed sadly at her words, not minding the food as he spoke. "You call this 'jacked'?" He asked, gesturing towards himself that was nowhere near 'jacked'. "Honey, you're getting the wrong signals." The man mused, looking at the food and saying a 'thanks' before eating. |
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Rose nodded and smiled at him. "I see you the same every day. My amazing, handsome husband." |
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"And I see you as my," He paused, swallowing. "favorite chick i've had in my life who's also perfect and gorgeous." Caden chirped, eating another bite. |
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Caden shrugged, dodging Murphy as he tried to snatch the food on his fork. "Might be, done had so many injuries it wouldn't be shocking." |
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"I'm fuckin ugly" She excalimed, laughing |
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Caden slowly turned to look her dead in the eye. "No, you are'nt." |
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"Yes, I am. My hair, my eyes, my body- especially my body -my personality. The list goes on" |
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"What you can do to me isn't ugly, depends on view points." The man smugged, finished his meal and cleaning off his plate. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
