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"Babe, you okay?" She asks, leaving the movie to play. |
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Noah nodded against her shoulder, just giving himself a minute to calm down. |
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Emery nodded, "Alright." She kept combing through his hair, watching the movie as she let him do as he needed. |
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About half way through the movie he turned back to the screen, watching it. |
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"All better?" She asks, taking her hand out of his hair. |
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"Good," Emery responded, letting the movie finish before realising it was already one in the afternoon. She stood, going to make something to eat. "You want me to make you something real quick?" She asks, making herslef a quick sandwich. |
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Noah nodded, "Sure," he agreed, getting up too. |
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"Ok-Rockie!" She called, the doberman hopping up on the counter and snatching the avocado she was about to use before running wild around the house with it. |
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Noah chuckled and watched, figuring there was no getting it back now. |
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Windy with Flurries
