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"Yeah, get some money on the road while I do it, too." He says, starting to fold some of his extra clothes and toss them into his bag. |
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" ok how are we gonna do that you gonna follow me in your truck?" |
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"Yeah," He says, remembering he was going to trade in his truck. "Speaking of I need to trade it in for a different one." |
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" your going to trade in your truck " she thought " leave your stuff in here " |
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"It's a lot, be prepared for it." He teased, walking out to his truck and grabbing his ropes, two bags of clothes and nessecities he lived out of since being kicked out at the age of 16, his extra spurs and boots, his hats, back up vest, some sponsered chaps and vests, and a bag of button ups. "That should be all. I'll be back in a hour or two," Marco informed, hopping up into the now empty truck and driving to a dealership. |
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She nodded then put his stuff away were nothing would be wrinkled or torn then she got in her truck and backed it up to her trailer and hooked it up |
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Marco came back with a black Ford F150. |
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Leah was sitting in her trailer and seen him pull up then she came out of the trailer |
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Leah was sitting in her trailer and seen him pull up then she came out of the trailer |
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"Hey," He greeted, hopping out and turning off the engine, swinging the keys on his finger. |
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Steady Rain all Day
