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"You okay?" She asked, concern flashing across her face as she searched his |
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Nathan Croft - "Mhm, just tired," he lied. "Cmon, lets get ready for bed," |
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"Nate, what's actually wrong?" |
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Nathan Croft - "I said, I'm fine," he insisted walking into the bedroom and pulling out a pair of clean boxers and grey sweats. |
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"Nate, i'm going to be your wife. Tell me, please" She pleaded |
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Nathan Croft - "I don't like the way you just run off when I'm trying to help," he muttered, changing with his back to her. "Are you happy now?" |
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Dakota sighed. "Thank you. I'm just not used to someone being there for my problems and i've just learned to deal with it rather than fix it." She explained quietly |
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Nathan Croft - Nate nodded and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He didn't reply to that one, he was still a bit pissed with that whole situation. |
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Dakota sighed and walked back over to the bar, not knowing how to help him |
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Nathan Croft - Nate brushed his teeth and then got into bed, rolling over on his side so he was facing the wall. He was just frustrated. |
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