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"Nothing much just... regret not going to college before everything got put on my name." He explained, glancing over. |
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"you can still do it online..." She offered |
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"Still, with all the criminal records and stuff I regret but is permanent on there for ever... might not be so easy." |
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"you have always liked a challenge, though" she countered softly |
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"Challenges I know answers to and know if i'm wasting time when I could be doing something efficient, really." He corrected softly, lacing his fingers in hers. |
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She nodded, dropping the subject |
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(XD im dying i was looking at our first few posts and in one of them he goes 'mom?' like seeing if she was home but now i had her DIE and in one its like 'he wore his usual fit, air forces, tank top, army pants, and his dad's dogtags' and bro HE LEFT TO GET AWAY FROM HIM lmaoooo) He squeezed her hand, bringing it up and pecking it. |
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wtf is gonna happen with our ch 2 rp tho lmao) She smiled softly |
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(you'll see i'm turnin into dutch form rdr2 'i GoT a PlAn') He smiled sadly at her once more before getting up and heading outside. |
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She saw his mood and just left him alone--he'd talk to her if he wanted to and it had never ended well for her to press |
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Moderate Temperatures and Overcast
