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" that's nice " she watched him and took a sip of her beer |
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"But yeah, that's really 'bout all there is too me. Not much else, really." |
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She looked at him " so why did you ask for my number" |
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Marco lightly blushed when she asked the question, smiling out of not knowing what elset to do. "I mean, I just asked for it because I didn't know you and thought you were hot." He explains, looking at the floor. |
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She blushed at his explanation and took another sip of her beer " thanks your pretty hot to" |
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"Good to hear," He mused with a smile, tossing her it with a warm gaze in his eye. |
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She watched him and set back on the couch |
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"So....how old are you again?" Marco asked, curious. |
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"19 you" she tilted her head and took another sip of beer finishing off the drink |
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"19 as well," He explained, fiddling with his empty can. |
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Morning Rain, with Cooling Temps Later
