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Dylan watched on sadly. He wanted to buy every single one of them, save them from the meat truck, but he couldn't take care of any more.
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"Any you personally like? Between me and you, Taylor wants some, and the others are gonna get some. I'm definitely taking some of these pretty babies home." She stated, rubbing a gently Clydesdale's muzzle.
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"I can't take care of anymore," he sighed. "I can't ask you to take care of another horse.
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"Love, I got so much fuckin' free time." She shrugged. "And since my horse business for boarding, training, and breeding is expanding, I have people to work for me."
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"Really? I didn't know that," he sounded a little surprised. He wondered why she hadn't told him. "Well, thats really good for you though,"
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"It was completely unexpected." She stated. "I didn't plan on breeding, but I had a lot of professionals ask to breed with my mares and stallions, had people ask me to board/train their horses. Like, sure, I guess? I was just being nice, and it was some extra cash for horse things, and bills."
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"Thats great," he murmured.
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