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" well I don't know what do you like most your paying " she looked on the map |
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"I was just thinking of grabbing something quick and heading back, you can choose though. I don't mind," |
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" let's go to the burrito then and go home I want to celebrate " she said as she looked at the burrito place with a smirk then put her phone down and looked at him |
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Marco nodded, switching onto a radio station playing Zach Top as he pulled into the drive-through. "Uh can I just get a number..four? Oh and also a, what do you want?" He asked her, getting out his credit card. |
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" four " she said quitely she was never one to talk to me random people that didn't look her in the eyes |
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"And add another four," Marco said, pulling up to the next window. He grabbed their food and turned onto a backroad with no cops stationed on it, keeping his window down per usual as he floored it down the road. |
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She reached over for his hand not knowing if he even wanted to hold her hand as she watched the road go by |
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Marco took it and gave it a squeeze, turning into the rodeo grounds parking lot and getting out near her trailer, bag in hand. |
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She got out with him and opened the trailer door for him |
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"Thank ya," He said, setting the bag down inside before taking both burittos out and setting them out, tossing the trash away as Marco sat down and started eating. |
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