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"Yeah, you aren't wrong." He mused, making himself a plate before sitting down. "Thank you," Marco praised, taking a bite. |
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"No problem." She responded, sitting across from him. |
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"This is really good, you're a good cook." He complimented, continuing to eat. |
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"Thank you." She smirked. |
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Marco nodded, finishing the meal before checking up on all his friends after the last nights events. Six of them were drunk, two of them were pulled over, and only two others were sober enough to spell right. |
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"I'm goin' to let the horses out." She stated. |
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"Alright," He called, watching her go. His phone dinged and he saw it was Dean, asking if he wanted to come and try some new bulls out for a interview. Marco agreed, going upstairs and slipping his jeans and boots on, putting his chain on and topping it with his hat. He walkde out of the house, his tan skin stark against the black shirt he wore, the sun's rays warming down on him. "I'm gonna go test some bulls, i'll be back in a few hours," He informed, peaking into the barn before heading to his truck and driving out of the property. |
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"Alright." She stated, tacking up her paint stallion. |
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Marco got to the grounds and was put to the test, the bulls throwing him off quickly and him just being shocked. Eventually he was done riding and tossed off his vest, his shirt coming up a little on the side, one of the reporters seeing his scar. "C'mon, get a load of this." Poor guy was just trying to put his stuff up before he got bombarded with the lights, declining again and again, all on live tv until they eventually shut off the camera and he had to shout at one to shut up, driving back to Liliana's in a pissed state. The man pulled up and simply sat in the truck for a few minutes before getting out and walking inside. |
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"You good?" Liliana asked, working Spartan's Spear, the Thoroughbred easily listening. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
