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"Yeah," He agreed, letting out a unamused chuckle filled with worry and hurt. |
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"Tired?" He asks, a light smile present. |
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"Then go ahead and sleep, i'm fine with it." |
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Rosa nods, settling back down and closing her eyes |
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Caden stayed up, checking the secret tracker he'd put on his father's phone-for his own good. |
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Rosa woke up the next day, feeling much better |
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Caden was already up, looking pissed before he felt her awake. To which his face lit up, taking her hand and squeezing it. "Morning," He sang, looking down at her. "how are you feeling today?" |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
