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Marco smiled at her words, as 'I am proud of you' was rarely used in his life. "Thanks, took a lot of convencing and running but eventually I made it in the end. How about you?" |
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"What about me? Ask whatever you want." She stated. |
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"School, college." Marco clarified, shrugging slightly. |
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"Uh, I graduated at 16. I was straight A, B student. Kept to myself. As for college, not that I know of. I don't hurt for money, and that's just like high-school, just with adults. I wanna enjoy the remainder of my teen years first." She stated. |
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"Makes sense to me," He said with a shrug, swiping away a few messages. |
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"Yeah. I, at least, wanna wait till I'm eighteen, or nineteen before I think of college." She shrugged. |
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"Depends on where you go but I can tell you now even with winning loads of jackpots, you're still gonna go in debt and, if it gets really bad, sell one of these guys." He said sorrowly, scrolling through new vests. |
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"Like I said, money's not an issue for me, at all. Even if I want to go, no idea what I wanna do." She stated. |
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"Makes sense," He mused, puttting his phone up |
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"Yeah, and I don't wanna waste a couple thousand dollars, plus like, four years of my life, in something that I ain't into." She shrugged. |
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