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"Almost noon as well," He mumbled, handing off another board. |
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"Almost done, I promise." Liliana assured. |
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"Oh, no that's not what I meant, you take your time." He asked of her, continuing on. |
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Marco just chuckled lightly, handing her another board. "Whatever you say," He added with that bright smile of his. |
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Once the fence was fixed, they went back to Liliana's house. |
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Marco was about to say something when his mother called, him picking the phone up immediately. "Ciao?" He asked, switching over to Italian for the entirety of it before hanging up and setting it aside before looking for Liliana. "Hey uh, where's your pantry?" The man asked, wanting to make some lunch. |
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"In the kitchen. Sliding doors across from the stove." She answered. |
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"Thanks," He says, walking over and making a simple sandwich before quickly eating as he got a text from Blane. Blane (918-625-9777) hey i need some help fixing my cow fence, mind showing? Marco thought for a moment, remembering what it'll be like. They usually rode horses out, and more then likely he'd be herding cattle aswell. yeah i'll come The man's intricate gaze swept over to Liliana, his dark eyes glinting as he spotted her. "Just by the way i'm going to go fix a fence at Blane's if you don't need me for anything." He informed her, checking to see if he had his keys in his pocket of the jeans he wore. While Marco was waiting his finger traced the delicatly carved patterns on his leather belt, his belt buckle shining. It read '2024 NFPB RES. CHAMPION' from his second place score at the NFPB rounds. |
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"Nah, you're good. I'm goin' to the horse auction here in a bit, I need some new project horses." She stated. "Tell Blane that the auction I go to, it has horses, cows, all sorta animals. If any of your friends, or you, want the name or address, let me know." |
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