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"Oh?" She grinned. "Ain't that your job?"
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"If you want it to be, then yes." He grinned
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"Damnit, stop flirting." She grinned. "You're shameless."
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"You know you like it," He teased -Just like how you'll like the color of your neck later- "Please, this isn't me being anything."
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"Oh, my Gods." She grinned.
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"C'mon, let's get ready." He mused, smirking as he looked over at her, grabbing a few brushes. "Y'need to get ready to ride later," Marco noted, starting to brush down Puma.
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"I know." She nodded, brushing down her stallion, who was just standing there, lazily eating his hay.
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Marco nodded, starting to brush down and tack up Puma.
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"So, talk to any of your friends?" She asked.
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"Yeah, I think Blane said he would be here, me and him are fighting for the same spot." He explained, tone bittering.
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