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"Horse fell on you, alarm went off and I brought you here, are you okay?" He asked, sitting on the chair at her bedside. |
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"Is the horse okay?" She asked. "Is my stallion okay?" |
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"Nope, broke his leg. Best thing to do is put him down, let him out of his misery. Rehab would be hell." He explained. |
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"Did you put him down?" She asked, getting a dreadful feeling. |
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"Not yet, wanted your opinion first so you wouldn't boot me out." He explained. "Was going to shoot him then and there but, figured it wasn't the right time." |
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"What bones did he break?" She asked, quietly. |
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"Lil I don't know, I don't know that shit. All I know is that it's bad," Marco informed. |
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"Right. Yeah,, uh, I'll have my vet look at it." She responded, quietly. |
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"Lil you've got to understand, with a break like that he's better off dead." He took her hand in his softly. "I know you care for him but, if you really do, you'll understand the pain he's in." |
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"Some dumbass stopped in the street, gunned their engine, and it backfired in his face." She stated. "I was obeying the laws, I did everything lawfully." |
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