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"3 years, started with a cow when I was 15, then started getting taught by Dean and entering rodeos at 16, made it to the PBR just last year, been going local all this year." He explained, roling his sleeves back down. |
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"Nice. I started when I was four." She stated. "More like forced into it, but it's one thing that I truly love." |
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"Oh yeah uh, how old are you again?" He asks, wanting to know if she'd also graduated high school and started college. |
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"Sixteen. I graduated a year early from excellent grades and academic performence." She answered. |
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"Dang...." He trailed off, noting he'd be turning twenty in less then two weeks. |
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"Sixteen. I graduated a year early from excellent grades and academic performence." She answered. |
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"Yeah I know," Marco said, kinda teasing kinda not. |
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"You?" She asked. "Any college plans?" |
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"I'm turning twenty in a few weeks and college? I'm just doing community college, would rather not spend a half million to learn some useless crap if I can get it cheap." He mused, looking up at her. |
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"True." She nodded. "Still, I am proud of you for doing what you wanted with your life." |
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