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"I'm just doing it 'cause it'll be easier to get a job, think i'm gonna go see if Blane's dad will hire me." He explained, dinging off a text from Blane. |
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"Well, I wish you the best of luck." She stated. |
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"Yeah, gonna need it. I'll find a job eventually, and if things go wrong, move far, far away from the rest of my family. Keep a distance, at least." Marco said with a small sigh, getting lost in her eyes for a moment before re-focusing. |
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"Get rid of the opinions, abuse, dissapointment, feeling as though I failed, putting up with the abuse, letting them do the abuse, being so freaking flinchy all the time, try and find something to quiet my mind, not put up with jack's, and find somewhere else to ride." He said, gazing off into the landscape as he spoke before eventually refocusing his attention to Liliana. |
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"I know how you feel." She stated. |
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"Seems like its that and a only a few other things we have in common," Marco said, tone slightly sad but still the usual. |
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"I'm sure we have more than just this in common." She stated. |
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"Perhaps," Marco said after a moment, unsure of what to say next. The moment had turned into silence after the pair had told eachother a glimpse of their trama, setting him off just a little as alarm bells blared in his head. He trusted Liliana, though, so it was better, he supposed. The sun beat down on both of them, working up just a light sweat on the man as the sun reached its mark indicating two o'clock in the afternoon. Marco, unsure of himself, spoke only a beat later. "perhaps." He had continued, ending the section of his speaking. |
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"Well, I'm gonna head to a horse auction. You're welcome to tag along, if you want." She stated. |
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