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Dylan Montgomery - "If its from you, I'll love it," |
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The next morning, she got to the barn, and saw Dylan upset. "Hey. What's wrong?" She asked. |
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Dylan Montgomery - "Its Robyn..." he muttered, head in hands. |
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She went beside him, and gently held his hands. "What's going on with Robyn?" She asked. "I thought he was doing better?" |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan shook his head, unable to meet her eyes. "He coliced...." |
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She frowned, and held him close. "Oh, my love... I'm sure he'll be alright." She comforted. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan shook his head. "but... what if..." |
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She sensed him crying, and wrapped her arms around him tighter. "Shh... I'm here, darlin'. I'm here." She soothed. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan hugged her tightly, sobbing into her shoulder. |
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She held him lovingly, rubbing his back gently. "Shh... it's gonna be alright. I'm here." She soothed. |
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Chilly and Clear with Dropping Temps
