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Dylan Montgomery - "H-how do you k-know that?..." |
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"I just do." She soothed. She gently tilted his head up, and wiped away his tears gently. "There's the boy I love." She murmured. |
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Dylan looked up at her, sniffling. "You love me?" |
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"Course I do." She stated, pressing their foreheads together gently. |
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Dylan smiled. "I love you," he murmured, kissing her. |
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She kissed him back, gently. "Love you too." She stated. |
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Dylan smiled lightly, kissing her again, kissing her deeply. |
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That afternoon, she was tending to her five horses, and saw Zephyr Rose, one of her stallions, walking with Dylan. "Looks like you got an admirer." She teased. |
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Dylan turned, looking at the stallion. "Hey, boy," he greeted the horse. |
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The stallion nickered, nipping at him. He snorted, sniffing Dylan. |
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Morning Rain, with Cooling Temps Later
