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He nodded slowly, pulling out onto the road. "Am I the only one at---how do I say that? Your place? The place I work at? " |
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"Yep, you're the only one." She confirmed. "My farm, where we stay at, that's basically a retirement for older horses, and some training for younger horses." |
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He nodded. "Hm, alright then." |
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"I thought I had told you. Then again, shit's been busy. So, I do apologize for that." She winced. |
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"It's fine," He said softly, looking over at her as the space between them felt small, Marco breaking it when he looked away. "We all get busy sometimes." |
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"Hey," He said softly, chuckling lightly as he met her gaze. "It's fine, I promise you." |
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"If you say so." She chuckled. "You like your new gelding?" |
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He shrugged. "Don't know, haven't seen what he's capable of but, he's got loads of potential." |
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"How's Puma doing?" She asked. "She adjusting well?" |
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