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"Sure is. I know a few other pretty things too," He paused, sending Dean a response to a text. "One of them is introducing me to the grandson of Shergar. I don't know if you know her, but I do. Pretty well, actually." Marco mused, stroking the horses face. |
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The stallion neighed, his ears perked up, as he leaned down, similar to stretching. |
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Marco watched him, leaning on the fence as he did. |
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"Good boy." Liliana praised, walking him around. "Good boy, baby." |
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"Looks well bred, too." Marco said, kinda dissapointed she didn't react to what he said. |
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"Oh, and by the way, you think I'm pretty?" She asked, slyly. "I heard what you said, Marco." |
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Marco's face must've turned four shades of red, him dropping his gaze instantly. "Shit so you did hear me," |
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"Course I did, but I thought you'd try to cover your words up, like you normally do." She mused. "But, for the record, I find you attractive." |
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Marco kept his gaze down, smiling only slightly before looking up as she finished, face going back to normal colored. "Okay good, so I didn't embarass myself this time? Nice, didn't screw up again." He mused, swiping away a call. |
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"I didn't ask, because you seemed so uncomfortable." She explained. "It's why I never pressed you." |
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