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"Oh, thank God. Thank you, Marco." She stated. |
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"Of course," He murmured, leaning back in his chair. "You want to stay for a while or go home now?" Marco asked. |
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"Mmm, what do you think? Your opinions, thoughts, and inputs matter to me." She responded. |
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"I'd rather just get it over with and head home, my entire body hurts from sleeping in this stupid chair, and i'm tired. So please, if you don't mind, i'd like to get out of here." He admitted softly, cracking his back. |
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"Okay. That's fine with me." She responded. |
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"Sweet uh, you need help up or do you got it?" He asked, standing and putting the chair back. |
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"I might need help. Please?" She responded. |
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He nodded, helping her up and steadying her. "You ok?" |
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"Yeah, I'm good. Thanks." She responded. "I mean it, Marco. Thank you." |
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He just nodded, idling for a moment. "Of course, just trying to repay you anyway I can. Let's get going, yeah?" He asked |
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