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"Well then atleast go outside, not picking up another one of your messes." She scolded, opening the backdoor into the fenced in yard as he sprinted out of it. |
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Noah chuckled, watching the dog. |
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Emery came back in, shutting the door and putting a sandwich on the panini maker. "I swear, no idea how Max deals with him." She mused, waiting till the sandwich was done and plating it before sliding it infront of Noah as she made another for herself. |
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Noah chuckled, eating silently. |
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"It's like, he has to diet and excersise and, deal with what I call Rocky getting posessed which is when he just sprints around the house." Emery noted, taking her sandwich and sitting next to Noah before eating. |
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Noah smiled, mouth full of food. |
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"No clue how he does it," She muses, not being bothered by Noah as she ate. |
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Emery finished eating and went and cleaned up, heading to go do some laundry. |
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Noah finished his food and cleaned his dishes before settling down on the couch again, bored. |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
