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(hint of italian seasoning???) Caden came up beside her and put his arm around her waist per usual, looking out. "We've come so far..." |
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yaas) "Mind reader" She accused softly |
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(okie) "Hm, didn't know I was." He mused, pecking her cheek before looking around them-at the mansion they stood on. Made from the money he used to bury himself in, keep his mouth shut, if you will. |
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"Well, i'm not one so what are you thinking about, my love?" |
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"Uh," He started snapping out of it and plastering on a smile. "Just our achievements, is all." |
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"We're alive, ain't we?" He asks, refrencing the two getting caught up in gangs, etc. |
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"Barely" She said, smirking and kissing his cheek |
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Caden chuckled, smiling when she kissed his cheek. "You've never said truer words," |
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"Except for I love you more" She countered |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
