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"Probably a. . . a good idea to get some," He panted, heading to pour a glass before almost chugging it down. |
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"It's a full gallon." She shrugged. |
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Marco poured another glass, positioning himself right in front of the AC vent. "Nice and cold," He noted, sitting down as he started feeling lightheaded. The man stared off into nothing for a moment, blinking and rubbing at his eyes. "Just saw the light," Marco chuckled. |
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"Afterlife light, or 'I regret most life choices', light?" She asked. |
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"First one," He noted quietly, taking another sip. |
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"Ah. I have more of the second option, I don't really believe in an Afterlife. Not in the typical idea of it. My views, as a pagan, amongst other beliefs, we can choose how our afterlife is." She stated. "You religious?" |
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He nodded, going silent as the AC cooled him. "No, just roll with whatever life throws at me." |
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"I was that way for a while." She muttered, before shutting up. |
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He nodded, finishing off the glass before wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, standing once more and sticking the cup in the dishwasher. "Well, better get back to work. Puma decided to kick a hole in the fence," Marco chuckled, having pushed himself past his limits long ago, the man slipping out the door. |
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She, again, firmly pushed a foal away from her, not showing any of the horses any affection, as she mucked stalls. |
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