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"I love you..." He said after a while, |
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Marco eventually drifted off, warm against her. |
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Marco shifted in the night, in the morning, he had pulled her closer to him, arms tighter, and stretched out a bit more. |
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She woke up around 7 am stretched a little |
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Marco stayed asleep, staying as was |
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She managed to get out of his hold and she got up and got in shorts and a shirt, she put her hair up in a high pony tail then put on her hey dudes and went out side to feed |
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Marco fell into a nightmare when she went to feed about his father, it feeling as though it was his reality. He felt every lash that landed on him, before yelling at him to stop. The man awoke mumbling for his father to stop, drowning in the sheets. Marco scrambled out of them and took in gallons of fresh air, chest heaving as he sat up and caught his breath. |
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Partly Cloudy, Rain Possible
