Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Even though Jace wasn't around to hear that insult, Stephen couldn't help but to grimace at his little brother's blow. The ugly reality about Nash's statement was it was the truth to a degree, and while the young man found his seventeen year old brother difficult and, quite frankly, a ticking timebomb, he didn't think that Jace was entirely to blame. The words seem to hang in the air for a moment, even the fifteen year old seemed to have known that he might have gone too far, "You know, with Jace...I think he's scared of himself too. I think he needs to talk to someone." Someone that was not a Breckah. Getting him to said individual though was another complication entirely, something that their father didn't want anyone else's help from yet as far as getting Jace from point A to point B. But he also knew that Nash didn't want to discuss something serious like that, so when he lapsed to a different topic, Stephen didn't blink an eye.
A snort escaped him, "What's wrong with my bat? And for the record, I can get a date just fine. I just don't want to rush anybody's feelings." Stephen couldn't even sort out his own feelings anyways, he was sorta just cruising along, bouncing between Dublin de Brun and Maelle Orchidaeceae, and yet, he also had some nagging feelings about Vi Olson also. Why? He wasn't sure, she was just some sort of rough and tumble friend. Nothing more than what Gwyn Knight was to him as well. And yet, it was Vi he kept on buying stupid three wicked candles for, not Gwyn. He shrugged it off though, his dating life and feelings outside of his family could still be on hold, and none of those people in his life were saying anything differently.
While the topic went a little defensive on Stephen's end as to why he had been gone, at least he had been able to make up to Nash by bringing up London. That smirk said it all, "Will West End be able to handle you? Or will they send you across the pond to Broadway?" He joked, not even being able to imagine his kid brother over in the United States. London seemed big enough for the kid, both his height and his ego. The young man frowned at the pun, and just rolled his green eyes, "You're never going to let me live down this bat incident, are you?" It wouldn't surprise Stephen if the jokes didn't spread like wildfire by the morning, or maybe early afternoon depending on how late Nash decided to sleep in after this midnight feast.
Even though Nash was being a little defensive about the girls, Stephen couldn't help but to shrug and say, "How am I suppose to know? For all I know, you could be hiding a girl from us." Now he was just being a dick on pushing the matter, but he had given Nash plenty of time to be a prick, now it was his turn. Granted, if he was hiding a girl from the Breckahs, Stephen could hardly blame the kid. If Stephen himself ever ended up with a significant other - no matter the gender - he wouldn't be bringing them around his family either. A grin pulled at his lips as Nash bit back about him over the microwave, ah, he still had it in his power to annoy his baby brother. He held up his hands in mild defeat, "Fine. Fine. You prove your a grown boy to me and work that microwave."
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
Man, what was this family coming to now if his own dad was asking him to keep secrets from his brothers? Stephen supposed that didn't matter, given that he had his own secrets as well now that he held onto tight for safe keeping. If anyone in this family found out how he was earning money now after throwing away his education to support his family, well, that would be a sit down and an earful that the young man wouldn't even wish upon the worst of his enemies. So he let it go, and just nodded to Shaun's words about Derek Breckah.
They were finally at the car, something that had taken longer that his father had cared to admit. Stephen wasn't going to say anything though, his helping him out said enough as it is. He opened the car door now, helping Shaun into the passenger's seat. It looked like he had folded into it nicely despite his height. He held the door open still though as Shaun sighed, and Stephen lingered, knowing that something was on his mind. The young man probably hadn't done his father any favors by pointing out that times no longer believed that concussions didn't exist, "If anybody said that, it wasn't me." Stephen reassured him, before closing the door and getting into the driver's side, "And nobody's doubting that you're not trying to get Jace to the doctors," well that, he wasn't sure, but his father didn't need it from him, "Maybe I can help out next time you want to take him."
It was easier said than done, but Stephen knew that prior to leaving for college, he had been about the only Breckah brother to remotely come close to tolerating Jace. Something was up, he was certain even Jace knew something was up, but it was like another side seemed to take old of him maybe? Stephen didn't know, maybe he'd figure it out after the ER. Since, wherever Jace was, they couldn't just leave him out there. Speaking of harm's way, Stephen popped the seatbelt on and turned on the car, "Dad, you're in no condition to find Jace. If he knocked you out earlier over something, well, I don't think he wants to see you. And maybe...he just needs somebody different to talk to." While the delivery was soft, the words still came out a little harder than he wanted to. Yeah, he had been frustrated with how his dad had been since...well, forever, their mom's death made it even worse, but he also knew that berating someone over it didn't do them any good either.
And quite frankly, he feared that his father was another emotional gut punch away from going over the edge again. Stephen drove them in silence to Hickstead Hospital now, and parked outside of the ER. Even from the glass doors, he could see that it didn't look so bad, "Huh, we may be in luck and they can see you right away. Looks like its a quiet nice so far." With that, he cut the engine, and got out, shutting the door before heading over to the other side to open the passenger's side door for his dad. Stephen waited, uncertain how his dad wanted him to help him out.
Stephen felt like a cartoon character almost watching his eldest brother and father take ugly emotional jabs at each other, seemingly attempting to one up each other every time. In his opinion, it went beyond the usual Breckah man fuck up. For the first time, the young man found himself wanting to be on the other end of one of Jace's ballistic melt downs with another book being thrown at his head rather than deal with Keith and his father. Perhaps it didn't help matters that Nash was there to witness all of this given this was the sort of airing of grievances that a fifteen year old boy didn't need. Thank god none of them seemed to really hang out with their grandfather though, he clearly was a dick.
When his dad started muttering in Irish though, Stephen knew that their father had hit his breaking point. If the words hadn't given it away, his body would have. It looked broken, defeated, ravaged from his anger and Keith's wild anger. Green eyes simply stared at their father, and right when the young man was beginning to think he was going to have to round on Keith now, it was done. This eldest brother was talking about where he was sending Jace and the rules that followed (not to mention how he was in charge of Jace) and Shaun was just listening, his mind clearly elsewhere.
He was a little surprised that Keith actually took the time to answer question: “No,” Keith said, “Like Dad, I don’t like repeating myself. I also know myself. Call it selfish, but I call it – protecting myself and everyone else.” Green eyes just stared at him, uncertain of what to say. Yeah, it was selfish. Just about everything that went down had been from the spoken words to the tactical method of dragging Jace out of the house. But even Stephen wasn't sure if it would be right of him to confirm Keith's thoughts because hadn't he too been selfish when he left for Oxford and didn't come back tor two years? He wouldn't be a hypocrite. Not today at least when he was left with the aftermath of a nuclear bomb.
Stephen texted the family chat with the details as his dad spoke and Keith walked away, and yet, he hadn't quite left the house yet unlike Nash who left for the safety of his room once more, grumbling away as the dinner was set. Shit. This was going to be a long evening then, "Just go, Keith." Stephen said, "You're already more than half way out that door with your victory." With that, he walked over to his dad now, uncertain of what to do before resting hand on his back - just a reminder to know that even after the chaos, he still had sons with him, "Come on, Dad. We gotta take care of the house before everyone comes home." And with that, Stephen went to work.
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
There was something to be said about getting herded in your own house like cattle. It was fucking weird as hell, given that this house had always been a sanctuary from the outside world. Or well, at least, his bedroom certainly had been. Now it felt robbed of that, there was nothing safe about having people come through and destroy things and hauling your brother out. Yeah, Jace hadn't exactly been the easiest to deal with (okay, understatement of the year), but even Stephen was certain that the seventeen year old hadn't deserved that treatment. Currently though, Jace getting hauled out of the house felt like a distant memory compared to now after getting shuffled into the family area and there was Keith - sitting there like Dr. Evil and looking like he owned the place, owned them.
It was funny, back at the Dinner, the young man had never thought Keith capable of all of this. Yeah, he came off as cold and distant, but fucking up the family like this? Stephen hadn't saw it coming. Some investigative journalist he was. Granted, it's not like he had been looking for a problem in his eldest brother. The guy had just become this sort of myth, a legend almost. Somebody whom Stephen remembered and knew existed, but that was about it. Well, that cold mask was off for now, it had cracked something ugly and all of the emotions were tumbling up, clearly built up too long behind a protective dam that had finally broke. Truth be told, Stephen wasn't even sure who this argument was about now: was it really about Jace? Or was it about Keith's feelings with their dad and mom.
He cringed a little bit when his eldest brother outed him out to his dad about the underground fighting. That had certainly been a low blow, but he bit his tongue. Besides him, Stephen knew that his dad was gearing up to rip into Keith, that sort of dark furry was emitting right next to him. Out of the corner of his green eyes, he could see Shaun Breckah tensing up. It was a high strung taunt body language that he knew all too well in this household. On the other side of him was Nash, who clearly looked equally taken aback as him by Keith's words. The young male thought he had been prepared for whatever his dad would have to say, but he wasn't. Between finding out that they had a dead sister and his dad claiming that they worst thing he had ever done was fall in love, Stephen didn't know what to say.
Being told to grab the family phone was enough to snap him back to the current reality that this was. Go grab the phone for a family meeting? Stephen hesitated for a moment, looking between his father and his eldest brother - uncertain if he was willing to leave the two of them alone in a room because let's be honest, Nash's noodle arms couldn't stop a brawl between those two. Still, he quickly left and returned right back with the phone so that his Dad could light some sort of bat signal via text. Green eyes looked towards Keith once more and dared to ask, "Are you staying for this?" Something told him no, and Stephen couldn't help but to wonder if his eldest brother had someone to go to after this blow out.
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
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There wasn't often a time where Stephen was knocked completely speechless. Growing up in the Breckah household always meant being quick on the feet and with the comebacks in order to survive - having six brothers did that, however, life seemed to finally find a way to shut him up. Green eyes flickered back and forth between all of the cops and medical personal, he didn't know what to say, he didn't even fucking know on what to do. It was also weird to see someone other than their father man handle Jace. All the yelling that was going on seemed to fall on deaf ears though, the house invaders didn't care. Why should they? They were just doing a job.
His father was crying now, he wasn't sure if he had ever witnessed that before. This wasn't fair, Shaun Breckah had actually started getting his shit together these past few months and now, it was likely all going to fall apart in a matter of seconds. And then, besides him, a voice popped up. Nash. Telling him to do something. It took every once of self control in Stephen's body and mind to not shoot his younger brother an incredulous look of 'what the fuck am I suppose to do', "I'm working on it, Nash." The young man knew that punching a cop was out of the question, and even if he did want to, it'd be pointless. There were more of them than him. The odds were stacked against them.
The house had cleared, his father along with them, and soon Nash was gone too. Green eyes passed over the wreck of a house now. How could this all happen. Too bad he didn't even seem to have a moment to spare to text Derek or Mav, although, bringing more brothers into the mix, he wasn't sure what good that would do him. Quickly, he headed outside now, getting his answer. They were taking Jace away because of some failure, "What failure?" Stephen asked stupidly, but then it clicked. All of those missed appointments because they couldn't get Jace out of the fucking house for their Dad. Every time they tried, it turned into a mad house. Stephen pointedly remembered nearly being decapacitated by a heavy book, "What, there was a deadline for getting him to the doctors?"
Well shit, had he known that, he would have tried harder to figure out whatever the fuck it was their mom had done to keep whatever was going on in Jace at bay. None of that mattered now, it was a moot point. There were more urgent matters, such as his dad yelling at the cops about gutting someone like a fish, and Nash standing there watching this all go down, looking nearly freaked out. But Stephen thought about that SUV, and who in that SUV and had been back in town worked in a psych ward, "Fucking Keith..." he hissed under his breath, was he actually going to show? That guy would have some balls if he did, "Dad! Stop saying shit like that. They can use it against you!" Like hell that would fix anything. Green eyes cast glance at his brother now, "Nash, if this goes south with dad, you need to get inside and call Derek or somebody. Do not physically get involved."
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
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Stephen couldn't get over how much wrangling it had took him that morning to get a bunch of college kids to agree when to next see each other for their study group. Sure, they were all part time students, or barely part time, with summer going on, he got that. It was hard to stay motivated when there were better things to do, but still, he had wanted to rip his hair out dealing with Teddy, Wynnie, and Charlie - all of them different majors yet stuck in this same stupid class. Either way, it was done, and decided upon and they went their separate ways. After those two and a half hours, Stephen decided that he didn't want to remain on campus for any longer and decided to head home and hang out.
Vi was busy, so was Maelle and Gwyn. All the girls he would annoy to hang out with him were unavailable, which turned his attention towards his brothers and Stephen couldn't help but to have a suspicious feeling that Nash was hiding something. What, he wasn't sure, but it was something. And Stephen figured it would be a great way to practice his investigative journalism skills. Getting into the car, he pulled out of the campus parking lot and headed back to the family home out in Oldaker. Entering the neighborhood, green eyes took in everything. He passed a black SUV, which oddly seemed out of place - mainly because it was just sitting there and almost looked too utilitarian for the neighborhood.
He lightly pumped the breaks, just slow enough to his green eyes could pass a glance at it. The windows were tinted enough to obscure the inside but...was that Keith? Nah, it couldn't be, and Stephen just drove on past it. He had better things to be curious about, such as Nash. A block or two later though, Stephen found himself slamming the breaks quite fast, gawking at his house. There were police cars, what looked like an ambulance, and the door was wide open, "What the fuck?" The young man had never parked so fast before in his life, and it wasn't even in front of his house thanks to these stupid authorities' cars. And just like that, he swung the car door open and scrambled out of the car, running towards the house.
Inside was even more chaotic, he heard his dad yelling, Jace screaming, and Nash yelling as well, "Dad?!" He didn't bother yelling out his brothers' names, they had to be close by as he followed the commotion Those uniformed people were trying to manhandle Jace, and he could see his dad going into the ole Shaun Breckah fighting mode. Fuck. That had been Keith he drove by earlier. To his left, there was a bewildered Nash in his boxers and a undershirt, his dad looking like he was going deck someone out as the uniforms circled him now, and hten Jace. Poor Jace bellowing like a wounded animal, "What the fuck is going on?" he hissed at Nash, looking wildly at the scene before glancing back towards their dad, "Dad! What do you want us to do?!"
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
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As soon as he felt his father's weight rest on him, Stephen began to the move and shuffle them out the door. He didn't really care how often his dad had gotten hit in the past, and how he's 'had worse' from the arena. In all honesty, Stephen knew it was the truth. Shaun Breckah had been hit harder than a sucker punch, but a concussion is a concussion and that's what worried him. At least, by the small sound of his father's voice which sounded foreign in the moment, he knew that his dad still loved Jace despite the shit that he said. They were blood after all, no matter how difficult.
Green eyes lasered in on the car now that he had gotten them nearly out of the house and onto the front porch. Nothing was going to stop him now from getting his dad into the car. It was almost insight, and then, a pause. Not from Stephen but from Shaun. The young man himself was out of the door frame, but Shaun lingered, resting against it. And what came next startled him, "Feels like you're asking me to keep a secret from Derek." Like, he got Keith, and the younger brood of brothers. But Derek? That felt a little off, but Stephen supposed his dad was right. Derek did have his own life, and from what he could tell when he ambushed him at the tattoo shop, he was doing rather good for himself by himself, "I'll do what you're asking though. I promise I won't mention a word." Hopefully he won't get wringed by the neck for it either if it ever came out.
They started moving now, towards the garage and back towards the car. So close and yet so far. Gingerly, he took a step each time ahead of his dad, and then braced for the weight to come with it. Thank god he started going back to the gym or else this would have been a lot harder, "No. At least, not like this... He's hit and thrown things at me hundreds of times over the years... but this is the first time he put me on the floor." Now it was Stephen's turn to mull over those words. Guess a lot had changed when he left for college. He didn't really remember Jace being like that when their mom was alive, but what he did know? He had always been wrapped up in his own little world and books and wanting to be the next Holden Caufield, "Shit Dad. That's not healthy for either of you two. And I'm pretty certain you can't take any more chances on possible concussions. This isn't the 80's and 90's anymore....I'll find Jace after we get you taken care of."
It would seem by the end of his laughing fit that Nash actually appreciated what happened, neverminded that Stephen had initially been interrupting this 'peace' at midnight. He supposed that was the joys of having a brood of boys to call his brothers, no matter how snippy they got at each other, the biting comments broke down into love in the end. He knew it, Nash knew it, they all knew it. For better or worse, although some like Keith and probably Jace, weren't about to admit it. Speaking of biting and sarcastic comments, Stephen made a face, "Hey, my bat is some serious stuff, just like gremlins. No need for sarcasm or implied air quotes." Actually, the situation called for a shit ton of that, but the young man wasn't about to let Nash win, willingly at least.
His baby brother caught him off guard though when he promptly asked what Stephen had been sorry for. Green eyes blinked, taken aback and caught off guard. Mainly because it felt so obvious as to why he felt like he needed to apologize, and yet this fifteen year old was making him, perhaps not on purpose, feel stupid for even voicing such an opinion, "Yeah, I mean Oxfordshire is nice, and then taking the train to live in London was wild. But that doesn't excuse me from not coming home when Mom was still alive. It's not like I meant to be Keith and walked out on purpose." And really, he meant those words. Stephen had gotten caught up in the freedom and coming out of his shell without his family around that he had sort of forgotten about going back home to his family and roots, "If I ever go back out, you should come visit. You'd like London. I think that city is big enough to fit that big theatre ego of yours."
Nash's snort made him roll his eyes, espeacially at the batman and robin comment, "Hey. Derek and I make a great dynamic duo. We're both sullen and look grumpy all the time." They were defilingly not Adam West and Burt Ward. This time was Stephen's turn to snort though, "I would not be Robin." Who though? He wasn't sure. It didn't matter as the conversation went back to a topic of seriousness, and Stephen merely twisted his lips in thought, "I don't know...I think Dad is old enough to realize he wasn't the only one who lost Mom. That doesn't give him a right to check out." He was also certain that his dad needed to go to therapy, but Stephen was certain that such a suggestion would earn him a sucker punch to the face. Breckah men don't do therapy. They don't do feelings, not that sort of feeling at least.
Gentle laughter escaped Stephen as Nash protested the idea of him messing up his hair, "What? It's midnight. Nobody cares about the state of your hair. Besides, who do you have to impress anyways? You're single." Either way, his younger brother skillfully got out of the way, and was up before he could do it again. Back to the fridge now, and Stephen couldn't get over how much Nash wanted to eat. Granted, people could say the same thing about him, "Carbs and meat? Sure, that's my favorite. Even better if I'm clearing it out before the Gremlins can claim it." He got up out of his chair now, "Although I am an adult. I can probably fix it up myself verses making one of my baby brothers do it for me."
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
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yeah, you may have to protect me. man looked like he was going to shank me.
I'm your moody man? Care to elaborate ;p
Mark this day down in history Violet Olson, I will be the most dangerous fucking man ever. And do not fucking arrive here in your truck. I got four younger brothers who will never let me live that down. Five in the other one is in a good mood.
thanks aofie!
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That arched brow did not go unnoticed by Stephen as his father looked at him. For a moment, it almost looked like Shaun Breckah was contemplating giving him some of the ole Breckah sass, or at least, what qualified as sass if you were the patriarch of the clan. The thought had been fleeting though, and the ongoing silence signaled to the young man that he had escaped some sort of verbal smack. He wasn't surprised, the shock of everything that happened earlier in this kitchen probably was still weighing in on his father, as his choice words of Jace suggested.
That sigh said everything, "I don't... not entirely. But he evokes those thoughts from time to time." Green eyes shot him a sympathetic look, "I get it...he's family though." Granted, Stephen had been lucky so far since returning. He hadn't been caught in Jace's meltdowns yet, but it was only a matter of time for him to truly experience what has been erupting in this house since their mother died. The next few moments seemed to drag on for Stephen though with his father's silence to everything he said. Of course, this shouldn't surprise him given that he could be a man of silence. At the suggestion of his father using him for help, Stephen braced himself for a solid hard 'no', but instead, he got the opposite.
"Yeah.. I'd appreciate that," he said, his tone more reserved and quiet, "The world has a slight dizziness to it."
Well, that was ungood, "Shit," he said now, "This is bad." Stephen actually wasn't sure what was worse, his dad actually taking the support or the fact that he was dizzy. Either way, he had to get him to the hospital's ER pronto. He walked over now, gingerly allowing Shaun to drape as he best saw fit, before leading the way to the car, "Thank god I got home when I did. Should I text Derek? Keith? Well, scratch that on Keith, I doubt he'll offer anything kind, the stoic jerk." He opened the door now, "Is this the first time Jace's hit you?" Because even that was mind blowing to Stephen.
Stephen was beginning to think that his younger brother took great pride in annoying him, for as his eyes narrowed, he was certain that he saw the faintest crack of a smile tug at Nash's lips. Figures. Guess it was hard to be annoyed for having such a trait though, the young man welcomed that sort of playful attitude over whatever what was going on with Jace. Granted, it was hard to think ill of his other brother even if he was a wrecking ball. Speaking of him though, Nash just compared him to a gremlin with the best deadpan expression and delivery known to man.
Truth be told, he wasn't sure if it was the description or the delivery that had gotten to him, but either way, Stephen laughed. He laughed so hard that he bent over and needed to support himself. The young man couldn't even remember the last time he laughed like that. Probably back at Oxford, back when he was still attending and everything at home was normal, "I hate to admit it," he finally managed, "But I think you may be on to something there with that theory about Jace secretly being a gremlin." The followed up sarcasm did not go unnoticed either, "You're not unlucky. As you just pointed out, you could have been living with a gremlin curse and not known it. Thanks to me, we can officially check that mystery off of the list."
He was more awake then ever now, despite it being a little past midnight. Green eyes watched Nash as he mulled over his thoughts provoked by Stephen's question. And then, he got his answer: "Well, no… not all of you... I guess? Mostly the usual suspects who have been able to fuck up family life even more than we all thought was possibly....Not you, though. Well, some days you too?” Stephen supposed that he shouldn't be surprised by any of that, even the inclusion of him. Although, it was still a little mind boggling considering their mom had still been alive during the summer vacations he didn't come home, "I deserve that I suppose," Stephen mulled now, "Sorry." He suspected the other two as much, "As for Dad and Jace...well, maybe Derek and I will figure something out. You and the others shouldn't have to worry about that." Stephen knew that was easier said then done though.
Shit hit the fan. And it kept on hitting the fan, particularly with Jace. He could tell that his dad was trying sometimes, but life and emotions just seemed to get the best of him. And while Stephen could sympathize, the truth of the matter was that they all lost Tracey Breckah, and their dad's time for mourning endlessly was beginning to run out. At Nash's slight outburst, his brain raced back to his younger brother. It was a valid point, "It was rough coming back." He admitted now, "But after seeing Dad, I wasn't going to just ignore it. Plus, you, Mav, Linc, Crev, Jace even, you're all too young to be dealing with this shit." Maybe it really wasn't Stephen or Derek's job either to be dealing with this shit either, but to heck was he going to let this family get bad to the point where hte house gets taken or social services get invovled, "And it hasn't all been bad." For him at least.
A wry smile tugged at his lips as his younger brother looked at his empty bowl, "Shit, now I want more cornflakes and we’re out of milk. Bloody gremlins.” His hand came out to mess Nash's hair as a joke before pulling it back, "That's what you get for leaving it out for them, Nash."
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
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I'll come to the ranch again as long as there are no horses involved. Can't believe I am actually hanging out with a semi horse girl.
Wait, are you actually finally acknowledging that I am a moody and handsome stud muffin like Bruce Wayne? I better mark this day down in history after you kept on making remarks about my nose. Which is not broken or crooked in any way.
Ha! Well, I do love myself a good mystery to unravel. It's a date then.
Damn that cow! Well, I think Sam informed me that it had a name. He apparently didn't approve of me just calling her Cow when you left me alone with it for five minutes.
Either way, I'm down for a walk or fireside chat. Maybe we can be wild and do both?
thanks aofie!
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