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"Louisville." She said, smiling at the memories. "But I won't go back as long as my mother's alive." She added quietly |
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"You and her don't get along, huh?" |
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"She wanted a son, but my father ditched as soon as he heard she was pregnant, leaving her too scared to have an abortion. She wasn't happy with me, never really putting much effort into raising me. She hit me until I turned 18 and then she shoved me out of the house. I immedietly went to my friend, Sam's house and live with her now. She inherited her parent's small ranch, and I keep Secret there. Sam just keeps it running so she can say she has a ranch." Dakota said with a straight face, watching Secret eat hay across the road |
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Nates eyes widened. "Jeez... okay," |
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"Well, you were the one that asked." She joked, smiling again. "What about you? What's your 'backstory'?" |
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"Nothing special about my childhood. I grew up in Nashville, my dad was a country singer, my mom was a rodeo star. I started riding when I was 3, haven't stopped." |
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"You're a whole lot simpler than me." She said, smiling at him. "You gonna go to another rodeo next weekend?" She asked, hoping he would so she could follow |
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"Can't," he said. "College starts on Monday," |
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"Waht are you studying?" She asked, curious now |
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"Agriculture and animal sciences," |
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