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Marco was glad she had stopped talking to him, finally giving him some freedom instead of having to sit down and listen to her ramble on and on and on and on and on. |
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Liliana walked out a stallion, turning him out into the field, not even bothering to pet the bothered stud. She just lit a cigarette (despite quitting), and took a long drag. |
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Marco saw her smoking, it somewhat a victory. "Wait it's okay if I smoke? Sweet," He mused, pulling a pack from his pocket and lighting one, taking a drag before blowing the smoke into the air. |
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One of the foals rubbed against her, seeking attention, and she roughly shoved them away. Not enough to cause damage, but enough to make her point to them. |
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"The hell did the foal do to you?" He asked, taking another drag. |
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She just lit her third cigarette within the span of five minutes. She was practically inhaling the shit, trying to numb her pain. |
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"You in there somewhere?" He asked, waving his hand in front of her face. "How did you finish three in five minutes?" |
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She just stared at the ground blankly. No reaction, nothing. Like her soul was sucked out of her. Hell, she hasn't even blinked in, like, fifteen minutes. |
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(CHRISSY WAKE UPPPP) "LIL." He tried, shaking her shoulders lightly. |
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(YOU GOT THE REFERENCE! :D)
She didn't react to it. She didn't even feel his hands. She felt nothing, nothing at all. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
