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"Taylor, what did you-- NO! You can't take a fucking kangaroo home!"
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"Dylan, come save me. Taylor's trying to buy a kangaroo, when she doesn't have the license, the space, nor the money for it." She grinned, her accent slipping out.
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Dylan was wheezing laughing.
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"Damn." She stated. "You think this is funny, Dyls?"
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"Oh, my gosh..." he wheezed. "Im so sorry,"
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"TAYLOR, NO!" She scolded. "Dylan, Taylor is like a child. I tell her no, she goes petty."
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Dylan wheezed, laughing so hard.
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"Dylan, love, I found the holy grail of horses. It's a filly, she's brindle, chimera, peacock, and pintaloosa." She stated. "I'm buying her."
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Dylan calmed himself. "Woah, thats a combination,"
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