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"Fuck, I ache." She huffed. "I hate this." |
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Dylan gave her a sympathetic look. "Do you want me to get anything for you?" |
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"Nah, I'm good." She responded. "Thanks though." |
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"You were watching Reba?" She smirked. "The TV had that playing in the bedroom." |
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Dylan shook his head. "No, I don't watch it. I haven't in years. My ex was obsessed with it when we were together, so we used to watch it together," |
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"Ah, gotcha. I don't like it much, but if you want, we can watch somethin'." She stated. |
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Dylan nodded. "What do you wanna watch?" |
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"I don't care. Honestly, I don't. But I did get some new horse movies." She stated. |
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"Lets watch one of those then," |
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Afternoon Storms, then Clearing
