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Dylan fell silent, unsure of what to say to that. He felt bad about no one else standing up for her, but he felt like saying sorry wasn't the right response to that. |
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"Aw, look! It's Robyn!" She stated, holding up a Dutch Warmblood collectable, with the same characteristics of Robyn. |
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Dylan smiled at her and chuckled. It really was Robyn. "Yeah, it is" he chuckled. |
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"Aw, look! A black halter, with red stripes!" She stated. "Reinds me of Shadow the Hedgehog from the Sonic fandom." |
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Dylan smiled. "You should get it for one of your horses," he suggested. |
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"Which one, though? I have six, remember?" She responded. "Though, they all need new halters." |
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Dylan smiled. "Well, they have all the colors with the black and colored stripes. So, you have six horses, and there are six colors in the rainbow," he suggested. |
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"Yeah, true." She nodded. "Do you... wanna help pick them out?" |
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Dylan smiled at her, "Sure," |
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Once back at the barn, she led out her blue roan Thoroughbred mare, Ocean Baroness. "Uh, she's too finnicky for me." Mikaela, the snobby barn girl, commented. "You're not riding any of my horses, Mikaela." Lilith glared. "I got them new halters." |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
