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"So, what's your dorm look like?" She asked.
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"Sounds about right." She grinned.
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"So, I did get an email for you, since we made a shared one regarding our horses." She stated. "Someone by the name of... Jessica Parker wanted to breed Smoke, with her inbred, mixed breed, unregistered stallion. I was polite, and said she was yours, I had no say, but I would ask you. Her stallion is Havoverian, German Warmblood, Clydesdale, Friesian, Percheron, and Anglo Arab."
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"No, I dont wanna breed smoke," she hummed. "I just wanna jump her,"
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"Like I said, I just said you weren't home at the time, and I'd ask you. So, I will tell her that you said you're not interested in breeding Smoke." She responded.
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"Thank you, my love," he hummed, kissing her cheek.
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"Mhm! I just wanted to ask you, because I forgot about it, honestly." She responded.
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"Its okay," he hummed. Suddenly, his mom came in, "Hey, Dylan, you might wanna think about heading out if you wanna make it back in time,"
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