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Marco went and stood beside her, seeing the clouds and paling slightly. |
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She just glanced back down, unusually quiet, cleaning a bridal that she had been 'cleaning' for the past two hours. |
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"You alright?" He asked, skin sticky with sweat as he leaned against the barn. |
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"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine. Been runnin' off with my mind again." She responded. |
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"Makes sense, always end up bringing the worst memories to your mind and just thinking of how you failed, makes me want to scream. It goes away though, most of the time." He murmured, turning and walking back to Puma's stall. |
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"Yeah, you pretty much summed it up." She chuckled. |
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"Guess we both relate to you yet another thing," He chuckled, the mare snorting. |
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"Apparently so." She grinned, setting the bridal back on its hook in the tack room. |
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Marco's phone buzzed, him picking it up and flinching at the familiar voice ruffing through the phone. It was crackly, bad connection. "See........next......rodeo." Was all he managed to hear before the line went silent and the screen returned to his home page. |
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"I made lunch. It's hot, and still on the stove." She stated. |
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Steady Rain all Day
