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She sighed, nodding. "I need to pee, change, and we need to go" she muttered |
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I nodded. "Sounds like a plan then---when are you going to eat breakfast?" I questioned, getting up and grabbing some clothes. |
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"I don't care...I want Texas Roadhouse rolls..." She groaned |
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I gave her a quizzed look, slowly nodding. "Huh, okay....Texas Roadhouse rolls it is." |
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"And ice cream, don't forget the ice cream." I sang, pulling on a t-shirt before grabbing a pair of dunk's, seeing if she needed help with anything else. |
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Rose was struggling to put on her socks and it was making her tear up. "Fucking foot mittens!" |
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I walked over and took them from her hands, helping her before offering a smirk of somesort. "The fuckers are rather irratating, i'll agree." |
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"You don't need to help..." |
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"If I get a chance, i'm going to, hon." I mused, standing as Murphy walked into the room, whining as he stared at me. "Yeah bud, i'll get your breakfast, bigback." I muttered, starting downstairs before making the dog's breakfast. |
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