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"Dio Santos," He murmured, utterly blanking as he ran a hand down his face. "Well. Guess I don't have to say anything, then, since you know." Marco held her gaze as she stared back, he huffed a breath. "Yeah, I like you too. I have for a long, long time." |
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"Well, I'm single." She grinned. |
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"I was, too. Might want to double check if you are, because I think you may've just found somebody." He mused, smirking lightly. |
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"I only want one person. You." She grinned. "And you ain't gotta worry bout me cheating, I hate cheaters. I'm loyal, especially if you feed me, or let me have as many horses, dogs, or cows as legal as possible." |
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He grinned, nodding as he leaned against the counter, arms folded across his broad chest. "Anything you want, as long as i'm your's." His raised his brows slightly, cocking his head to the side just slightly. |
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"Guess I just got myself a boyfriend." She grinned. "I've never dated before, so I'm new to this." |
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"It's not my first. No relationship is the same, so we're both basically new to this."
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"Nice. So, uh, you wanna go to a rodeo with me tonight? I'm running." She asked. "Giving one of my newer horses, not the kill pen ones, a beginning run. A four year old Quarter horse stallion, never been ridden." |
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"Sure, is it too late to sign up?" He asked, eyes gleaming at the thought of being on a bull again. |
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"Nah, not too late." She responded. "I wanted to do bronco riding, but lst time I did that, I got trampled, because the 'handlers' tased the horse I was on, and the equipment was digging into him, and me." |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
