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Caden's gaze fell to Murphy, who was stuck upside down against the wall. "I would blame you but you don't have thumbs, also how did you do that?" He asked, running a hand down his face as he went and got him unstuck. |
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Rose just smiled, watching them |
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Murphy jumped up, Caden scooping him up and holding him against him. "You're so goofy," He mused, the dog licking his nose. |
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"He's your son" She mocked soflt,y watching them with a smile |
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"Better than a kid, wouldn't scream or cry." He chuckled, wiping his face. |
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"He does-" He started, Murphy scrambling out of his arms and barking at somehting outside. Caden tensed, gazing out there and seeing a figure move. He scowled, grabbing his shotgun from behind the TV and scooting Murphy inside before stepping out. |
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"Caden..." Rose warned, watching him as she grabbed a pistol from atop the fridge |
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The figure stood there for a second, Caden's finger lingering on the trigger. They eventually scrambled off, the man lowering the gun and coming back in. "Good dog, Murph.'' |
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Rose sighed, placing the gun away as she sat back down |
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