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-19 isnt that underage drinking - |
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-meh, could care less tbh plus my parents are fine with it, not like they notice me anyways lol- |
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-no biggie,- He sent, typing up another message. -anyways, tell me more about that horse you ride, it's a good one- |
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-yeah my grandma gave her to me before she died - |
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-well....uh,thats depressing- |
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-yeah but its ok its been years ago but shes the bed thing in my life at this point- |
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-aight well, i'm headed to bed.cya tmmr- He texts, putting his phone up and walking into the kitchen.Marco walked back to his room and flopped onto his bed, face starting to burn where his father had smacked him.He drifted off quickly. |
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-ok good night - she said and then put her phone on her chest and she thought 'shoot i should have asked him if he was coming back tomorrow ' |
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Marco drifted off and awoke the next morning, hopping out of bed and dressing in jeans, boots, a cream button up, his hat, and grabbing his vest and helmet before going to his truck.He got in and started it, driving to the rodeo and getting out. |
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