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The dunskin mare walked over the meadow. Her leader, Roman, was looking around. He had become pretty nervous as he was up there in age. The mare shook her head and sighed. Her ears perked up as she saw Roman's 3rd son Nacho come out. |
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Autumn cantered around, looking over his herd. He was the leader, after all, and needed to keep track of everyone, foals and adults. |
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"Hey Nacho!" She called to the passing stallion. Rumours were always about, saying she and Roman had a 'secret relationship or something.' But none of them were true. Roman was a friend, not a crush. |
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(Are we in different herds?) |
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probaly, roman would be a friend of yours who u gave portection |
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(I'm sorry, I don't understand) |
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If you want we can be in diff herd, or the same I don't really care. |
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