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"i love you too " he said softly |
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Lucille hugged him tighter. They just cuddled until Lucille popped her head up to check the time. "I should go," she said sadly pulling away. |
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"ok ill see you in a few minutes then i think we are also gonna bring my mom" |
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Lucille nodded, standing up. "Okay," she said. She kissed him goodbye and then left, riding Truffle home. |
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a few minutes later he got up got in his truck and drove to his parent's house his dad told him that they were gonna take their own truck that they have something to do after they get done so they leim too his truck and they drove to the Hawthorne place |
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Lucille made it home, untacked and groomed Truffle. Her parents came down to the barn as that's where they would greet the Neesees. Lucille was with them in the barn, she was petting Truffle in her stall, her parents watching on with smiles when the Neesees arrived. |
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the two trucks pulled in the drive and leims mom and dad got out on and leim got out the other they all three walked over to the Hawthorne family |
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Lucille's mom and dad approached them, both a bit tense as they shook hands with leims parents. Lucille followed, shaking both of his parents hands politely and smiling, but she couldn't help but keep her eyes on Leim. |
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leim kept his eyes on lucille Dad:" im mike this is emma and this is my son leim" leim looked at her parents and smiled and nodded |
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Lucille smiled and blushed slightly. Dad : "Hello." Dad : "So, the stud you requested to look at..." he started walking over a couple stalls and getting the stud on a lead and walking him out of the barn, the crowd following. Dad : "This is Red. He's fairly young, but his sire was a great stud for us," Lucille stood next to Leim. It was taking all of her willpower not to run up and kiss him. After a while of the parents talking, Lucille looked over at Leim. She jerked her head towards the barn, a silent question to go. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
