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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan's parents had grown rather fond of Lilith, and his mother of course, knew that he liked her and always dropped little hints here and there. One Sunday morning, Dylan got up to the smell of fresh eggs and bacon. He got dressed quickly before heading off to the kitchen, greeting his parents and sitting down at the breakfast counter. His mom quickly made up a hot dish for him, and placed it down in front of him. Dylan dug right in. |
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Lilith walked downstairs, freshly showered, and no longer needing her crutch. "Mornin'." She greeted. |
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Dylan Montgomery - "Good morning" his entire family said in unison. "Are you hungry, dear?" Dylans mom asked. |
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"No, thank you." She responded. "I have to get to the barn, I get to breed one of my mares today." |
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Dylan Montgomery - "Do you want a ride? I'm going there too," |
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"Uh, yeah." She nodded. "Please." |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan nodded, finishing his food and then pulling on his shoes and jacket. He led her out to the garage where he walked over to his motorcycle, grabbing his helmet and handing her the spare. |
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She put it on, and made sure it was secured. She turned to him, and nodded, giving him a thumbs up. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan nodded back, putting on his own helmet, that already fit him perfectly. He put the visor up so he could see properly, and checked her helmet. He found that her chin strap was loose, so he tightened it for her. He then gave her a thumbs up and put his visor back down and got onto his bike. |
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She got on behind him, and underneath her helmet, she was blushing heavily. |
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Chilly and Clear with Dropping Temps
