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"Didn't know that, good to know though. Good to know," He mused, standing and walking into the tack room, grabbing Nirvana's show halter. "Also I ain't gonna make fun of you for it, don't see why anybody would." |
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"You know how many people told me to go end myself because of my mental health problems? I got a list as long as a damn shopping list." She stated. "Including my own family." |
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"Y'know sometimes I wonder how we're even 'friends' since we're total opposites but, shared trama, connects people all over." He chuckled. |
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"I don't know. We're not... too different. I normally don't talk a lot, I'm heavily introverted." She stated. "I just... want somebody to talk to without judgment." |
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"I've done got all the responses burned outta me, so trust me, half the time it'll be like talking to a wall, sometimes i'll respond, sometimes not." He noted |
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"That's how I am, especially unmedicated." |
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Marco nodded, grabbing a pitfork and beginning to muck out. |
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"So, how'd the euthanizing go?" She asked, blankly. "Considering it was the wrong vet I use, and I don't like that vet, we have a bad history." |
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"Same as usual, put him down and left." He noted |
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"Got it." She stated, blankly. "Vet's still unlicensed, hope you know. She had everything revoked after some... scandals bout her came out, with evidence." |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
