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[almightythirst]

Hey there, stranger. Don't think I gotta explain the situation: you called, I didn't pick up. Leave me a message and maybe I'll get back to you.

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[tagartist]

[ She beams when he says he's keeping her. Thank God. She could not care for a horse. ]

Good! And where else was I supposed to keep her? I couldn't put her in the yard. What if you'd come over to visit Angela or just been walking by or whatever and seen her? Surprise ruined.

Plus, she was in my room when I woke up, next to the basket. It was hard enough getting her to go down the stairs, holy shit. I live in a closet practically, it is not pony friendly.

[almightythirst]

[ Jesse laughs again, slapping his knee at the thought of it. He can picture it clear as day too. ]

You're lucky she didn't trample you on the way down! Poor thing is gonna need a nice quiet place after all that mess, aren't you girl?

[ That last part is, of course, directed at the horse whose head and ears are periodically in and out of the frame. ]

But you know I'm not gonna let this slide without a little payback, right?

[tagartist]

That's me - filled to the brim with luck. [ That was the biggest lie she's ever told with such confidence. ]

I'd be real interested to see how you're gonna top that.

[almightythirst]

I got almost a whole year to plan, so it'll be somethin' worth the wait.

[ And based on the mischievous look in his eyes, he's not bluffing. ]

Now I think it's about time I took this girl on back to see her new neighbor. Here's to hopin' they get along.

[tagartist]

[ She feels like she may end up having Regrets. ]

Alright. Remember to stock up on plenty of apples!