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He nodded. "Yup, usually you don't see that for my age but hey, guess i'm just built different." Marco mused |
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"Sure it's not your ego?" Amelia joked. "And how dd you get to be the so called 'Best in the state'?" |
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He glared at her playfully when she asked if it was his ego, the man chuckling. "PRCA rodeos, mostly. Got enough of those in, kinda got famous and boom, now my name is #1." |
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"So it IS a bit of ego," Lia joked, chuckling slightly. "That and a bit of fake humility, anyway." |
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"Fake?" He mused, chuckling. "That entire feat at the rodeo was humiliating, getting bucked off and breaking my neck?" Marco scoffed. |
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"Okay, fair. You win." Lia smiled. "How are you feeling, anyway? You're neck's in a cast and the nurse was freaking out about how I need to 'call them if he seems off', so it must have been pretty bad." |
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(I am soooo sorry for making you wait so long. Every time I get onto the game, it get's blocked.) |
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"Well I probably do seem 'off', i'm high on painkillers," He mused, dragging a hand down his face. "Feel. . . okay, still hurts even though i've got meds." |
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Lia winced. "Ugh, that sucks. I'm sorry." Just then a nurse came in, checked on Marco, and left. "Oh! I compeletly forgot! I think the announcers thought that I actually knew you or something, but they handed me this to give to you." Lia reached into her bag and pulled out a trophy. "First place in the first round or something? I don't really understand anything about your sport..." |
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"That bull I rode in the first round was mean, i'll tell ya that. He tried to hook me when he came back 'round," He noted, taking the trophy buckle from her hand and examining it, shutting the display box before setting it on the table next to him. "I'll add it to the collection," |
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