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"Not physically paying you, I mean just helping where I can. Whether it's just mucking out or grabbing some stuff from the store or simply just fixing your truck, anything, really." Marco responded, catching the last glimpses of the sunrise before it faded to a more dusky blue. |
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Liliana turned the horses out into the pasture, watching as they all galloped in the pasture. |
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"Sure wanted that I guess," He muttered, offering a small smile as they galloped off. |
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"They hate the barn." Liliana grinned. |
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"Kinda funny, really. Sure act like they don't, they were all whinnies and calm looking when I went in there a minute ago." Marco explained with a beam, glancing over at Liliana and smiling just a smidge bigger, eyes deep as he watched the sun's rays dance over her. |
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"Well, gotta get this fence fixed." She stated. "Won't fix itself." |
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"I'll help, i've got nothing better to do." He offered to help. |
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"Yeah," He agreed, coming back out with posts wrapped in his arm and the roll of wire on his shoulder. "Where are we building it?" |
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"Just up on that hill over yonder." She pointed. "It's part of the horse field." |
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Partly Cloudy with Afternoon Drizzle
