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"Oh I don't mind dogs," He informed, stepping out to call Blane. "Can I have my truck back?" He asked, Blane and him yapping for a minute before after a while, a Ford F150 pulled in, infront of it Marco's ruby red dulley which he happily snatched the keys before unlocking it and cringing at the smell. It smelled like a Germany, preferably during Oktoberfest. He shut the door and swung the keys on his finger as he walked back inside and to his room, setting them on the bedside table before heading back down. |
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Liliana was frying up some steak, and mashed potatoes, with steamed brocolli. |
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"Y'know you really don't have to do all this," He said again, expression and tone soft. |
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"I want to." She stated. "I help a lot of abused people hide away, and escape from their abusers." |
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"Well that's good. A lot of people need it, yet alot are too afraid to say something about so their lives are wasted away saying nothing and then life sucks and then-" Marco trailed off, letting out a short sigh. "and then that's the end. La fine." It was true, he wasn't wrong, especially in his case but, more about that later. |
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"I ran away from home." She stated. "Bought this place, and I sued my parents for some horrible shit they did to me, and I won. Got disowned." |
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"I would sue my dad, i'd probably win, most likely get disowned, or worse. Worse is always a option," Marco informed, starting fidget with a callous on his hand as he spoke. |
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She set a plate of food down on the table, in front of Marco. "What do you want to drink?" She asked. |
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"Thank you," He said, taking a bite. "Water's fine. You're a really good cook, must say that." Marco complimented, starting to eat. |
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"Thanks." She stated, handing him some ice water. |
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