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"I used to do THC, but I quit." She shrugged. "It was medically licensed, had to use it for joint issues." |
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"I stole a Marbolo red from my father once, I think I was eight. Then started really smoking them at fourteen, haven't lost the habit." He mused |
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"I sed to smoke a lot, especially when I was freshly out on my own, emancipated." She stated. "I have some unopened cigarettes, don't expire till next year, if you want 'em.' |
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"What kind are they?" He asked, glancing over. |
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"Marlboro, Maverick, just a couple packs of whatever." She shrugged. |
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"I'll look at them when we get back," He noted, pulling into the rodeo grounds and finding a place to park. |
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Once parked, she led out her stallion, the stallion chill as hell. "Want me to get Puma?" She asked. |
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"Go on ahead," He grinned |
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She carefully led the mare, keeping her away from her stallion. "She's good." She stated. "I thought she'd bite me." |
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"Surprised she didn't," He grinned, crossing his arms. |
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