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"Eh, just saying the truth and nothing else." He replied, taking a sip of the water before continuing to eat. Marco eventually finished and rinsed his plate off, the usual shouts coming at him if he didn't. He set it in the sink before returning back to his seat and sipping on the water while he checked up on his friends and eventualy frowned, getting into yet another argument with his father before declining his calls, eventually giving up and shutting his phone off, his gaze flicking all around the house. |
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"So, Marco. What did you think of my horses?" She asked, putting the dishes away. |
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Marco shrugged lightly, smiling just a smidge when she called him by his name and not a insult. "They were sweet, wasn't too freaked out." |
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"Yeah. All three of my racing Thoroughbreds have some prestigeous racer blood. Sundance Sky is related to Secretariat, Night's Erebus is related to Ruffian, and my other racer, Spartan's Spear, is related to Foolish Pleasure." She stated. |
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"Really? That's sick, got three related to absolute legends." Marco mused, smiling softly at her as he spoke. |
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"Yeah." She stated. "You'd be surprised by how many people try to buy them from me, just for over-breeding them." |
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"They want to continue the blood lines and make a whole lot of money off the foals but then the second generation wouldn't be as close so the value would keep going down until it reached rock bottom." He mused, his accent slipping at a point but him quickly burying it once more. |
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"Nice accent." She complimented. |
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"Eh, nothing more then a obstacle at this point. Can't even pronounce certain words because of it like, uh, alot of the th's I can't pronounce even with no accent, it sucks but is useful, sometimes." He explained, taking another sip of water. |
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"I hide my accent." She stated. "It's stupid, and people got judgmental." |
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