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He slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling away from the discussion and finishing his food. "Ready to go?" |
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"C'mon then," He noted, paying before slipping his hand into her's, the two walking out. |
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"See you at the house?" He questioned pressing a kiss to her cheek as he started his McLaren. |
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She nodded and went to her car, starting it, and driving it home. She was silent, thinking, as she changed into his t-shirt and new undergarments before climbing into bed |
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Caden followed behind her, curious what was on her mind as she was quiet---no, silent the whole time he'd seen her. He scratched the thought as he pulled into the garage, walking inside and pulling his jacket off and kicking his shoes aside, loosening his tie slightly as he made a quick drink. |
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She turned on the tv, a slightly worried version of an RBF on her face |
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Caden heard the TV click on, along with a sharp ringing in his ears. He set the glass down, slipping his eyes shut as he rubbed at his temples, trying to get the shriek to stop. His eyes flicked open, once more. The lighting was different, dimmer now, with rectangular panels of light in the ceiling, dark walls, a metal table infront of him. He looked around, attempting to get up before realizing he was tied to the chair, a rough looking man walking inside. "Давайте попробуем еще раз, хорошо?" (let's try this again, shall we?) |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
