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Post by Zeke Cooper on Aug 26, 2009 18:05:39 GMT -5
He chuckled and ruffled her hair a bit threw her cap before he leaned on the rail. He watched her more then the horse and tugged her hair before he started calling for her horse to moves his ass, daylight was a wasting. But that was just how Zeke was. He never put much stock in feelings or anything he just knew that Fight was hot, and she mattered to him to some degree. And for him that was more than most.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Aug 27, 2009 9:04:09 GMT -5
Fighter shoved Zeke slightly when he started playing with her hair, "Knock it off." Her tone was light, she was actually in a good mood and seeing her horse only trailing behind one other was making her a little giddy. A silent chant of move your ass starting playing over and over again in her head. If she won this race she wouldn't have to worry about food for at least a week and if she lost, well she'd be able to eat dinner.
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