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Marco shrugged, fiddling with a ring he had on his hand, a silver one with intricate details. "I've learned to hide mine, but when we have family over automatically it comes out to please them, probably because none of them speak a lick of English besides me and my dad. Everyone else speaks pure Italian." He slowed his speech at the mention of his dad before shrugging it off and contniuing. |
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"I see. Well, I won't push you to tell more if you don't want to." She assured. |
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"Eh, if you want to know anything then just ask, you practically know everything besides only a few things but, other then that i've said all that's there to be said." Marco explained, gazing at her. |
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"I will do that." She stated, re-filling each of her dogs water bowls. "By the way, you're welcome to stay as long as you need, or want to." |
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"Thanks it, it really means alot." He praised, sliding his phone into his pocket. "Do you need me to help with anything or no?" Marco asks, about to stand. |
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"All I ask is for you to keep your room tidy." She stated. "That's all." |
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"Alright, i'll do that." He said tiredly, moving to stand and head upstairs. Marco shut the door behind him and climbed under the covers, realizing what having a actual bed was like. He smiled slightly, drifting off with that same expression. |
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The next morning, Liliana had cooked up breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast with jam, and some fruit slices. She set the table, and washed the dishes she used. |
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Marco awoke feeling like crap, per usual when he woke up and combed a hand throughj his very messy hair until it looked......eh, decent. He walked downstairs and saw all the food, glancing at Liliana. "Dang, that's alot of food." He mumbled, greeting one of the dogs who'd walked up to him. |
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"Figured you'd be hungry." She stated. |
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