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(Dayum-- ***Y E S***) "And he's only three." She mused. |
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(yay! what should they try to do? feel like we should save stealing horses for another time farther on when Liliana has like, a world champ but,like, get jealous of Marco and them being friends or something since they all think Lilana is hot??) "Wow. I would've never guessed, he acts good for his age." |
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(Yeah! Add in, pretty wealthy from being Queen of the Rodeo since she was, like, three) "I know! And he's so pretty!" She grinned. |
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(voila. timeskip to the night or keep here at noon?) "He really is, reminds me of fire. Lives up to his name, now we wait 'till he goes boom." Marco mused, smiling. |
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(Timeskip, if you'd like). "He does, doesn't he?" She mused. |
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(alright) Marco had seen numerous spots needing re-fenced in a pen, going and fixing them one day. |
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Soon, an annual barrel racing event came up. "Yo, Marco! Which of these babies should I use?" Liliana asked, pointing to a black Quarter horse mare, a steel grey Tennesse Walker stallion, or Dynamite. |
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Marco was out re-fencing a pen, sweating. "Huh?Oh, uh, take old Dyno. See how he does," He suggested, jabbing himself with a wire. |
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"Jesus, Marco! You alright?" She asked. "You just jabbed yourself with wire." |
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