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"Do you mind if I go make some calls to help with more breeding matches, or whatever? It's not a big deal, I'm not the only one they ask." She asked. |
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"No, I don't mind." He called over, returning back to spreading shavings. He never minded everything, oh yeah, he was bleeding. Marco looked down at the wound, flexing his hand once before wiping it on his jeans again. The man stayed silent, since needing to fix yourself got you hurt. |
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After a little over half an hour, she came back out. "Marco, how fucking idiotic are people? Be bluntly truthful with me." She stated, clearly upset. |
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He was tying a hay net, Nirvana clearly eager to eat. Marco flinched at her sudden arrival, her tone something that usually grew bigger and bigger until it exploded. "Very much," The man said quietly. |
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"I am speecheless, horrified, and disgusted by what I was just asked." She stated. "Like, um-- So, I did get calls made. Out of six, only one went well." |
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He nodded, still quiet as he wiped the blood of his hand. |
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The fact that Liliana looked genuinely upset, meant it was pretty damn bad. "I fuckin' swear, some people just don't deserve animals." She stated. |
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"Agreed," He murmured, glad the call had nothing to do with him. Keep quiet. Keep irrelevant. Keep out of things. Those were the three things he lived by. |
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"How goes the stall?" She asked. |
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"Good, he seems to be settling in well." Marco noted, covering a drop of red with shavings. |
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