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"Do you like the colt I gave you earlier?" She asked, looking up. |
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"Yeah, he's going to be a real good show horse when he's older." He murmured, really just wanting her to stop talking. |
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She knew that tone, and her gaze fell. She just shut up, glancing away. |
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Marco glanced over at her, quickly glancing away. He felt bad now, but, he just wasn't good at talking. He'd tried, I promise you, he had tried, and still, he always just got shut out in the end. |
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She tilted her head back, trying to ease her migraine. "I might have to watch Jurassic Park again." She stated, quietly. |
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"Why's that?" Marco questioned curiously. |
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"Cause of the plot. The plot in question: prehistoric creatures." She responded. |
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"Hm, nice." He hummed, curious if she liked them. "You like 'em?" |
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"Yeah, I actually took a course in Palentology. I passed, and got my degree, but, nobody cares about fossils anymore." She responded. "I love prehistoric creatures, not just dinosaurs, but all of them." |
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He raised his brows in surprise, having not known. "Wow, didn't know you were into that stuff. Thought you mostly lived it down here, maybe taken a course or two in something to do with this. Cool to learn that," |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
