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Dylan handed her the glass of water from her bedside table, along with the prescription bottle of painkillers. "Don't take more than 2," |
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She took the meds, and slumped back. "Gotta go to the vet's today, cremate Ocean Baroness." She frowned. "Mikaela refused to pay a single dime for the mess she caused." |
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Dylan shook his head. "It's okay, I already paid for it," |
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"What? You... y-you didn't have to." She stated. |
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Dylan smiled gently "But I wanted to," |
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By afternoon, she had gotten her deceased mare cremated, got the ashes, and was back at the barn tending to her remaining five. She boxed up all of Ocean Baroness's belongings, and intended to lock them up. |
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Dylan had stayed with her almost all day, only leaving her to excersise Robyn and get her over a few jumps. She was packing up Ocean Baronesses tack and things. "Hey, I know it hurts, but you shouldn't just forget her," |
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"I'm not going to, ever. But I can't leave her stuff here, not when she's not here. And not when I might transfer to a new barn." She responded. |
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"You're transferring to a new barn?" He asked, now shocked and sad. If she transferred, he probably would never see her again. |
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"I'm thinking of it. I told Mikaela, and Mr. Matthews no, and they didn't listen. How can I be sure she won't pull this stunt again? First, she injures my Friesian stallion, and now, my Thoroughbred mare is dead." She frowned. "And the cops won't do anything." |
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Chilly and Clear with Dropping Temps
