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"Knocked out, barely breathing, made me think you were dead." He responded simply, scratching at the stubble on his jaw. |
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"Well damn. Ouch." She winced. "I felt every bit of that." |
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"I need my phone, so I can call the vet about the horse." She stated. |
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He grabbed it off the sidetable, handing it to her. |
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She hesitated briefly, before dialing the vet's number. "Hi, is Doctor Ramirez in?" She asked, as the vet's assistant/secretary picked up. "Yes, I'd like to schedule a last-minute appointment." |
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The AC kicked on, humming softly as the sunset's rays danced in the room, covering both Marco and Liliana in a golden hour light. |
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"Yes, I need to speak with Doctor Ramirez. No, it can't wait till next month." She responded, still on the phone. |
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Marco's phone ringed, the man picking it up and immediately hanging up at the name. |
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"This is bullshit." Liliana stated. "The vet's assistant wants to fuckin' argue, when I said I'd pay the damn fee, and she said that we could wait. Yeah, no." |
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