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Nathan Croft - Nate sat up as she got up and left. He just sat there for a bit, letting her have her space. He hoped she wasn't riding, she was pregnant, she shouldn't be riding right now. He just sat there, thinking. He didn't know what he did wrong. |
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Dakota walked to the arena, beginning to jog then lope. She set up 3 poles to make it easier on herself before beginning to lope the barrel pattern |
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Nathan Croft - Nate laid down, curling up, making himself as small as possible. He always felt like an inconvenience. |
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Dakota sprinted a couple runs before sighing with a smile on her face, the kind that only showed itself after doing barrels with Secret. She untacked and groomed out the mare before turning her out and cleaning up the poles. She walked back inside, the smile still on her face, and got dressed. She went over to Nate. "Hey, you okay?" She asked softly |
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Nathan Croft - Nate sniffled and sat up, his eyes puffy and red from crying. "Yeah, I'm fine," he lied, refusing to meet her gaze. He got up and walked to the kitchen. "What do you want for dinner?" he asked, still not meeting her eye. |
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Dakota's smile dropped quickly. She went and took his hand, not believing him for a second. "Nate, what's wrong?" She asked quietly, stopping him from doing anything else |
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Nathan Croft - Nate pulled his hand away, and started to collect the ingredients for spaghetti. "I said I'm fine," |
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"Nate..." She said quietly, watching him with her arms crossed |
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Nathan Croft - "Goddamnit Dakota! I'm fine!" he snapped, dropping what he was doing and storming into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. |
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Dakota jumped, surprised by his outburst. She watched him, confused, as he stormed off. She sighed, not following why he was so upset. She began making the food he'd started |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
