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Peter was glad to hear her voice again "Hey Jules, Have you heard anything yet?"
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"Ya I have" her voice drops and she takes a second to wipe her eyes.
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"I guess it's not good news" Peter frowned worriedly
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She almost laughed, "Ya it isn't, I have some nerve thing and I tore my thigh muscle" she shifted on the bed, "Hows Trouble" more concern entering her voice for her horse then herself.
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"Will it get better? He definitely wasn't happy when they took you away" Peter admitted.
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"I don't know no one has come in for a while" then she laughed, "Yes sounds like him, don't ride him ok? Or atleast tell me before you do so I can call 911 if needed" she laughed again.
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"Don't worry, I remember you saying that he wouldn't let anyone else ride him! Do you think lunging would be OK?" Peter asked "Is there anything else I should know?"
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"Ya lunging with jumps would help, since you don't do dressage." she heard the doctor come in, "I have to go bye Peter" she signed off.
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"Alright, I'll give it a try. Wish me luck!" Peter said with a smile which stopped when Jules said she was going. "Bye Jules"
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She sat and was released as long as she came back the next day, "DON'T ride Jules" the doctor gave her a look. She texted Peter again and asked if he could pick her up and take her home.
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