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"As long as it's just them and no cattle, I should be fine." He mused, tossing a minute gaze into Liliana's gaze before flicking it back to the mare. |
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"I only have calves." She stated. "But they mainly stay in the bigger fields, so you're good." |
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Marco shrugged, as the calves were part of the reason, too. "Eh, keep 'em in there and I won't flip." |
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"I will." She stated, assuring him. |
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"Sounds like a plan, do you need or want me to do anything? I don't have anything I need to do today, anywho." He informed, casting his gaze at her. |
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"Uh, no. Not that I can think of." She answered. |
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"You don't need any help with anything?" He asked, not really wanting to just rot inside all day. |
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"I mean, I gotta but some feed later on." She stated. "And stop by the hardware store for some shit." |
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"What feed do you buy and what shit do you need from the hardware store?" He asked, taking out his phone. |
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"Uh, wire, some metal posts, nails, screws, and wood." She stated. "And the feed brand doesn't matter, I get whatever." |
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