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She soon walked back inside and to the bedroom " you ok" |
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Marco stared at the floor before up at her. "Yeah just....yeah, i'm fine." He says, standing and pecking her cheek as he went by. |
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You she grabbed his wrist softly " no your not" |
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"Yes I am," He reassures, taking his wrist from her grasp. |
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" Marco don't lie to me your sweating and your panting" |
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"It was just, had a nightmare about my father, is all." He explains, continuing on. |
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She followed him " I'm sorry I wasn't in here " |
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"It's fine, I need to uh..get over it...anyway." Marco informed, getting a pan out to scramble some eggs. |
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" getting over that stuff is hard I know it it ok so your not gonna be able to do it alone " she sit on the counter by him |
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"I know," He said quietly after a moment, plating the eggs and sitting down. |
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Windy with Flurries
