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Dylan grinned and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a great idea," |
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"Some of my mares gave birth." She mused. "I have a foal that you might like." |
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"Yeah." She nodded. "Oh, and Shade Shock, my Friesian stallion, sired over a hundred foals. He made top ten best studs in our entire area." |
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Dylans brows shot up. "Wow, thats really impressive. Thats great!" |
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"Yeah. I found out Friesians are hella expensive to breed with, let alone one with a good track record and pedigree like Shade Shock." She grinned, sheepishly. "I'm not into breeding, this is just for a little side cash, and to get people to stop harassing me about breeding them." |
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Dylan smiled at her. "Well, I'm really happy for you," he hummed, leaning up and kissing her. He didn't know anything about breeding, but he was happy to listen. |
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She kissed back, nuzzling into his chest. |
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Dylan smiled, wrapping his arms around her, and kissing her head. |
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