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He nodded, haltering Nirvana and walking to the arena. |
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"She tookmy dead stallion's frozen sperm, black-sold it without permission, drugged my horses constantly, hid medical necessities from me, causing worse injuries." She stated. |
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He nodded, starting to work Nirvana. |
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"Right." She muttered, and lit her next cigarette, halfway through a brand new pack already. |
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Marco was still smoking the cig from earlier, taking a long drag before holding it for a moment, releasing it as the colt trotted around him. |
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She got her phone out, and dialed her lawyer's number, talking in hushed tones, away from Marco. "Hey, question. A vet I don't go to anymore, she doesn't have credentials. I just had to euthanize a stallion, and this vet did not call me for verbal permission to euthanize him, per the law. And we have a bad history. She took my dead stallion's frozen sperm, black-sold it without permission, drugged my horses constantly, hid medical necessities from me, causing worse injuries." She stated, quietly, lawyer on the other side. "Am I able to get her for unlawful malpractice? Like I said, she has no credentials, no licensing, never called me for verbal permission to put my horse down, and I was under emotional distress when I got the paperwork." |
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Marco continued working the colt, unaware. |
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She soon returned, drink in one hand, pitchfork in the other. |
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Marco had finished working Nirvana, shirt sticking to him with sweat as the rays of sun beat down on him. |
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"I made peached tea." She stated. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
