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Dylan nodded, squeezing her tighter. "I don't wanna leave tonight..." |
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"I know, but you gotta. You can always come home on days off." She assured. |
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"Yeah, I could," he hummed. He'd only have an hour here as the drive to and from was a long one. |
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"Would you mind of I got another horse? We're together, so I'd like to ask you." She asked. |
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"Of course, its your money, my love, whatever you want to do," |
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"What do you think? Dutch Warmblood, or the Friesian?" She asked, showing him the two she had in mind. "Both stallions." |
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"Whichever one you want, my love," |
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"Yeah, but I want your input too." She responded, straddling him. "I mean, we're dating, and it's my money, as much as it's yours. Your thoughts, opinions, and input matter to me too." |
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"Well, which one do you want more? Which one will make the most profit from breedings?" |
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
