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"Literally!" She grinned, rubbing the little filly's ears. |
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Dylan grinned. "I'm really happy for you, baby," |
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"Her nickname/barn name is Jazzy, so I need a show name for her, with 'Jazz' in it." She stated. |
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"hm..." he hummed thinking. |
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"We'll figure it out." She assured. "We got plenty of time before she's good for showing and compeiting." |
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"Yeah," he hummed lightly. |
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"Oh, and I had Clairborne Farm privately email me. They have some of Ruffian's embryos, that they took when she turned 3 in 1975, saved. Offered them to me, in exchange for foals from my other Thoroughbreds." She grinned. |
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"Woah, thats incredible!" |
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Chilly and Clear with Dropping Temps
