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Caden ate the rest, still hungry but, he didn't say anything. |
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"Wanna make pancakes too?" |
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"Sure," He mused, getting some batter made before making a plate, sliding it towards her. |
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He stayed as she ate, cleaning everthing up while humming and old Russian tune. |
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She ate, watching him with a smile |
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Eventually he finished cleaning, Murphy whining at his feet for attention. |
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"Wanna go crib shopping?" |
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Caden looked up at her and nodded. "Yeah, saw this one on Park Drive, it's only 2.4 million and looks better than this one. But then there's also another one I saw on. . . I think it was Race Avenue, 4.5 million I believe?" He mused, looking them up. |
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"Um....million?" She asked, confused. "I don't want you spending millions...How would I pay you back?" |
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