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"Wire...metal posts......nails....screws...wood. What are you making a fence for?" He asked, catching on. "Just feed." Marco mumbled, typing it in. "Alright, i'll be back in....a hour or so." He told her, heading to his truck and driving to the town. |
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"I need to just fix it. Some of the fencing is broken, dented, or rusted." She explained. |
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"Makes sense," He mused, heading to go. <><><><><> Marco arrived at the store and walked in, heading straight for the fencing section and grabbing what she needed, the total only coming to $150. He then went to the feed store and got two bags of some random feed, the total only $30. <><><><><> The man arrived back at the house around a hour later, hopping out and grabbing the feed before setting it in the feed room and heading back for the fencing. "Where do you want this?" he asked Liliana, curious as to where he'd have to haul it. |
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"Just the barn." She responded. "How much do I owe ya?" |
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Marco nodded, chuckling when she asked how much she owed him. "Ha, what?" He asked, starting to haul everything either over his shoulder or in a farmers carry to the barn where he set it in a neat stack out of the way. |
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"I asked how much I owe you for getting this for me." She repeated. |
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"Not a dime. If all things I owe you, for life. My dad got drunk the first night I came here, was threatning my mom with a gun, would've killed me in a heartbeat." He explained, walking out of the barn. |
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"Damn. I'm sorry you went through that." She frowned. |
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"Nah, I didn't go through it. But I would've if it weren't for you, that's why I owe you." He explained simply, standing a few feet away from her. |
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"You don't owe me anything." Liliana assured. |
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