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Eventually, Myra and Lily arrived at the Taylor family ranch, the large property a serene landscape that almost seemed painted. Once Lily parked the trailer and truck in their usual spot, Myra hopped out and walked over to the trailer. She opened it and lead Adonis back into his stall, ensuring to open the walk-out that was connected to it; he deserved to stretch his legs. She exited his stall and started cleaning up the trailer, a task Lily clearly did not want to do. |
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Caleb texted Myra after a wahile. Hey |
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She fellt her phone vibrate so she retrieved it from her pocket and smiled. Hello! |
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Caleb was glad she responded. Wyd? |
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She had resumed doing her tasks for a few minutes before she checked her phone again. Just making sure everything is good around the ranch. |
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Not yet. I definitely will later. :) Myra frowned at the reminder, realizing she had been so focused on other things. With a sigh, she headed back to Adonis` stall to feed him, the stallion already relaxed after the chaotic drive. |
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sry, writer's block) Caleb chuckled to himself when he read her response, going to muck stalls. |
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(No worries) Myra eventually finished feeding Adonis before she headed inside the rather large, country-themed yet modern house that her family lived in. She could hear Lily and her mom chatting in the kitchen, a common occurence. Since it was still the afternoon, she decided to take a shower before talking with them. |
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Caleb mucked out stalls and went inside, making a sandwich and chips for lunch |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
