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Rose traced shapes on his back, thinking |
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He fell into a weird dream,one that held a message. What? "I said,it doesn't matter." He mutterd quietly,both in the dream and real life. But it does matter,you know who you are,just take a break from work.it's fine. "No,no it's not.It doesn't matter,it doesn't matter." |
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Rose heard him and sighed. She sat up and played with his hair gently |
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Caden pulled up in a brand-new Ferrari,stepping out as paparazzi flashed their cameras at him.He smiled,handing his keys off and tugging off his sunglasses.Caden walked into the building,heading into a office where his paycheck for 400 million dollars awaited him. |
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Rose thought about their past while she ran her hands gently through his hair |
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"I've been waiting for this.You have a good new house,Mr.Rosen." Caden said,walking out and speeding off,pulling into a new driveway.His house was larger now,a old money instead of new money style applied. |
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Rose grew tired but was worried about the nightmares that were unavoidable. She sighed and got up, walking downstairs and sitting at the bar while flipping through her phone |
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Caden awoke,sensing she had left already.He turned over,seeing the imprint from her body beside him.He sighed,shutting his eyes as the morning light danced on his face. |
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Rose sat downstairs and kept flipping through her phone |
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He groaned as he sat up,staying upstairs and walking into his study,shadows under his eyes. |
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