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"I know, but it's best to euthanize him." Marco said once more. |
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She was silent for a few minutes, still pretty heavily drugged up from the pain meds. |
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"Y'know what---wait ti'll those drugs wear off a little, then we'll talk." He explained, walking out. |
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"What drugs?" She asked, clearly on pain meds. |
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"Long story," He called, heading to a vending machine and getting a Mtn. Dew before coming back about an hour later. "So... you awake yet or still in la-la-land?" Marco asked, sitting back down in the chair. |
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"Drugs are wearing off." She grumbled, the pain hitting her like a damn freight train. |
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"Good, gonna ask again, do you understand that the best thing to do is uthanize your stallion?" He asked |
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"Yes, Marco, I get it." She scowled. "I'll call the damn vet, and schedule his euthanzia appointment." |
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"Good, was hoping you'd say that." He murmured, finishing the can and tossing it in the trash. |
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"I never wanted this to happen." She muttered. |
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