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Marco just nodded, continuing in. |
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She looked at him, but didn't push further. "I made lunch." She stated. |
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"Thanks," He murmered, taking some of whatever she had made before sitting and eating. |
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"C'mon." She stated, mounting Spartan's Spear, gently moving the mare into a canter. |
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Marco finished lunch and headed upstairs and into the bathroom where he pulled his shirt up and saw the scar again and sighed, the memories pounding. |
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Outside, Liliana was watching the horses in the pasture. "What'cha doin', Erebus?" She asked, petting her black Thoroughbred stallion. |
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Marco eventually pushed the thoughts aside and walked out to the pasture, to where Liliana was with Erebus. "Hey," He greeted, stroking the stallion's face. |
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Night's Erebus whinnied, lifting his upper lip, being goofy. |
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"Yep, still a goof." Marco mused, chuckling lightly before turning his attention to Liliana. "How was your ride earlier?" He asked, still smiling softly from Erebus. |
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"Good. Spartan's Spear is getting the hang of racing tack." She mused. "That mare loves running, I swear." |
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