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He chuckled, meeting her gaze before quickly pecking her lips, pulling back with a grin. "Had to do that, at least once." Marco mused, getting out of the truck. |
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She let out a squeak, blushing extremely red. |
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He chuckled, watching her face as the dogs darted up to him. |
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"Your breath smells good." She stated. |
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Marco just chuckled, grinning ear to ear as he headed inside, darting back out to kick his boots off first before walking back inside. |
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"So, are you cool with me getting a new pup?" She asked. "He's homeless, and his owners want him euthanized. He's eight weeks old." |
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"Yeah, always love me a good 'ol pupper." He mused, chuckling lightly. |
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"He's a purebred Dalmatian." She grinned. |
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Marco chuckled, his grin teasing as he spoke. "Bet he'll get dirty if I make him my ranching dog," He mused, walking inside. |
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"You can use any of my animals, Marco." She stated. "You ain't gotta ask." |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
