[Irene is pulling on a dark leather glove. She's all kitted-out in her gear - knee-high riding boots, a crisp white blouse, and a pair of khaki breeches that leave little to the imagination. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a tight french braid; a black velvet helmet is tucked under one arm, and her other hand contains a crop. Her tone, when she
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Thinking out loud. ...Sorry.
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Besides, not all of us can spend our afternoons lounging by the pool or picking dandelions, Bruce.
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I brought my own kit, as usual. Is Silver still here?
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Glad to hear it. Silver is most definitely here, although you may have to go a bit easy on her at first; she foaled this past spring.
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Without you, it was merely passable.
Foaled? How exciting Who was the sire?
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[She puts a hand to her heart] My, my, you do know the way to a woman's heart. You learned a few new tricks this year, I hope. [That... probably came out inexcusably dirty.]
It was Boscoe, believe it or not.
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I hate to break it to you, Squirt, but zombies aren't real.
So, you're 'totally awesome', huh. Then I guess you'd be the type who can handle a lot of horse? I think I've got just the challenge for you. You game?
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All right, champ. His name's Sugarplum, and he's alllll yours.
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