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Rosa goes into the kitchen, preparing the dogs' breakfast
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Caden got up and made his own breakfast
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Rosa puts the bowls down then sighs, sitting down
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Caden sat across from Rosa,setting down his plat of a breakfast sandwich? "What do you want for breakie?" He asks,chewing his food.
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Rosa yawns, "Eggs please" she tells him
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"Aight." He says,getting up and cooking her eggs. "Anything else?"
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"No, thanks babe" she says, sitting at the kitchen counter
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"Alright." He says,digging into his breakfast
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Rosa rubs her growing belly lovingly as she waited
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Caden plaited the eggs and slid them infont of her,the fork on the dish.
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