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Marco shrugged, walking in. "Eh, where I come from if you go in uninvited it's practically a death wish." He explained, |
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" oh" she smiled and shut the door walking to the bathroom and forgot to shut the door but faced away from him and took off her shirt and replaced it with a oversized shirt |
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" oh" she smiled and shut the door walking to the bathroom and forgot to shut the door but faced away from him and took off her shirt and replaced it with a oversized shirt |
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Marco realized her door was open and turned his face away. |
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She turned back around ok so you can use the bed ill take the couch she reached in her fridge and grabbed two beers and tossed him one |
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"Miss, please. I'll take the couch, feel bad letting a lady take anything less then a bed." He says, catching the beer and cracking it open, phone ringing. "I'm so sorry, excuse me for a moment." Marco explained, stepping out of the trailer. "Where are you?!" His father yelled, being able to be heard around Marco, loud enough that the man had to take the phone away from his ear as his father yelled. "I'm at the rodeo, i'm helping pack up." Marco tried to explain, his father just bashing him, still yelling. "Love you too," He said sarcastically, hanging up the phone and shoving it back into his pocket before walking back into Leah's trailer. "Sorry about that, my father likes to know where I am 24/7." Marco tried to explain, letting out a slight sigh as he took a sip of the beer. |
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" oh" she sit down on the couch now in shorts she changed when he was out |
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"So, how'd you become a barrel racer?" He asks, trying to start smalltalk. |
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"I've always done it how'd you get into bull and bronc riding" |
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"Saw a ride on TV, told my parents it's what I was going to do, they were furious, started to ride Blake's broncs and bulls and now i'm here." He explains, finishing the rum. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
