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"She's a pretty girl." Liliana mused, sitting on the fence. "Got her a stall fixed up." |
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"Thanks," He called, giddy with excitement as he unloaded the stunner and grinned as she nuzzled into him as he was walking, pushing him forward to which he responded with a slight carefree laugh. |
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"So, what's her name, and breed?" Liliana asked. |
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(Are we still doing this, or...?) |
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"Puma, and she's a quarter horse." He informed. |
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"Well, she's quite a beauty." She stated. "I got her stall made up, got some other things for her." |
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"Thank you," He called as he started leading her to it. |
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"You're welcome." She responded. |
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He unclipped her halter and patted her neck, chuckling as she went right to her hay net. |
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Liliana sat outside, looking at the rolling in storm clouds. |
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Hurricane ! Follow Evacuation Routes.
