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"Hey, I don't know who you were with while we were seperated but whatever they drilled into you is wrong, everything about you matters--you matter to me." He explained, standing. |
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Caden quieted as they walked out, fidgeting as he searched every area of the alley, nervous as he walked faster. |
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There was only another couple walking behind them, giggling and drunk, as they got into their pickup. Rose watched them out of the corner of her eye as both she and Caden got into the car and went home. "You sure you're not upset about paying?" She asked nervously |
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"Yeah, i'm not upset, I promise." He said truthfully, taking her hand in his. |
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She nodded, still worrying about it |
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Caden still watched their surroundings, keeping Rose close as they got to the car, the man taking his gun out of the car door and throwing it up on the dash. |
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Rose glanced at the weapon before settling on her dress, playing with the hem |
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Caden drove home, quiet mostly. "Dinner was good, how was yours?" He asked her |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
