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She didn't like the fact he was trying to push it down but she stood up and followed him |
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"Want me to make you something?" He asks her, opening the fridge. |
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" umm sure what do I got " |
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"I can make some pasta real quick or some paninis." |
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"Alright, what do you want on yours?" Marco asks, cutting some bread and arranging some layers on his before pressing it down on a skillet. |
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" what are they " she had never had a paninis |
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"Pretty much just a griled sandwich, really good if you add the right things." He explained flipping his in the pan |
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" ok just add what ever you add in yours to mine" |
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Marco nodded, making a duplicate before sliding a plate infrot of her. |
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