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"What?" She huffed, crossing her arms and yawning. "Why you shkin your head at me, mister?" |
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"You still don't eat breakfast?" He teased, pulling a few pieces off the pan. |
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"It's...habit" She lied, getting quieter |
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"Shit I didn't mean it like--sorry, should'nt've said that." He muttered, letting the sizzle of the pan be the sound. |
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"No, it's fine...That was a lie..." She muttered, adjusting herself. "I got told I needed to be prettier and thinner and that I was trash while were weren't together. I dated a guy for like a week and all he wanted was my body....He said I wasn't good enough to be seen with him, so he left" |
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He nodded, cracking a few eggs into the pan. "Well listen, I don't care what you look like it's unhealthy to not eat--Rose." Caden murmured, glancing up at her. |
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She just nodded, chewing her lip |
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Caden settled a plate, sliding it in front of Rose. |
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SHe smiled thankfully at him and ate |
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Caden slid into a chair beside her, eating. |
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Tornados ! Run for Cover !
