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He chuckled, burying his face in her shoulder. "Sure. Whatever you say." |
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Caden let out a breath, relaxing into her. |
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"my big baby" she teased, rubbing his back |
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"The hell-" Caden muttered, glancing at her once or twice. "I'll show you who the big baby is."
He mused, clearing his throat. "MURPHY-" The man called, the Great Dane sprinting in and jumping up on the bed. |
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"no, Caden!" She protested, yelping when the dog nearly landed on her stomach. "Asshole dog" |
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"Hey don't call him that! He takes that as offensive." Caden mused, the dog sniffing Rose's stomach before somewhat attacking Caden. "Hi bub, I see you, no need to kill me with slobber." |
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"he sure disagrees" she noted, rolling her eyes tiredly |
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"Sorry my guy, she just doesn't like you, can you beleive that? Go on," Caden murmured, Murphy huffing a sigh before trotting out. "Now, as we were." He mused, pulling Rose back to him. |
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She smiled and cuddled on. "I don't dislike Murphy, you know that" |
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