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Rose wondered if she'd respond. She sighed, heading to bed |
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-well i just dumped his azz, he never told me about you- Caden took the girl home, this one named Elena. The two split a bottle of Scotch, waking up the next morning not knowing how either of them got there. |
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-he likely hates me- rose flopped into bed |
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-well still, he shouldnt be keeping secrets.- Kylie texted back, furious. |
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Rose sighed, setting her phone aside before picking it right back up. -his number?- |
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-yeah sure- She sent her his number, unknowing he had Rose blocked. |
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She tried calling it from a burner she'd gotten, the phone ringing |
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"Yeah?" Caden asked, voice rough and half drunk. |
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"No I haven't finalized your buisness nor do I want to, though I will eventually since I kinda have to." He slurred, stumbling. |
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Tornados ! Run for Cover !
