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"Thanks," He murmured, walking over to go sign papers.
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"No problem." She responded.
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"I'll get a check wrote when I can" He called, being pulled away.
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Marco looked at her for a moment, unsure if she was serious. "Because...it's thirty thousand...dollars?"
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"Yeah, and?" She responded. "That's pocket change to me."
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"Uh... right, yeah... pocket change." He muttered, walking into the office before getting handed the papers and signing them.
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She just raised an eyebrow, and continued looking at other horses to purchase.
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Marco then went and found the bay roan, watching him for a moment.
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The gelding was skin and bones. He flicked his ears, snorting, pawing at the ground, nosing at an empty water bucket.
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