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Caden called, a doctor walking in. |
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"Well Mr. Ortiz, seems everything is fine but if I see you again in the next month--might have a few issues." He warned, Caden just chuckling. "You got it, Doc." He mused, standing and popping everything. |
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"I'll head back then. Thanks for chatting." She muttered, standing and booking a lfight for that night |
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"Yup, hey fuck off would ya? I'm going to get that emergency contact changed, don't you worry." He called, laughing as he grabbed his things. |
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She didn't respond, the jab hurting as she walked out. She waited at the airport for four hours before boarding her flight. She got home and called out sick for that next day's work |
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Caden drove home on his Kawasaki, the flash of lights fading through his vision as he pulled into his garage and parked next to the McLaren. |
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Rose went to the store for wine, her card declining becuase she'd spent too much on the tickets. "Fuck..." She muttered, driving home with a pissed off mind and heavy heart |
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Caden felt bad so he transferred half a million to Rose's and his old joint account, making sure she'd notice it. |
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Fog Early followed by Afternoon Showers
