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Jude sighed, and nodded. "Thank you Dennis," She hugged him tightly for a moment, before pecking him on the cheek and walking back to the stables.

(I would so be drawing Dennis right now, but for some reason I'm cursed with not being able to draw guys too well.
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"Yeah," he said, letting loose a boyish smirk before heading back towards the mare he was busy rinsing off earlier.

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Could you find a pic of him?
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I'd love to see what he might look like...))
 
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(I would so be drawing Dennis right now, but for some reason I'm cursed with not being able to draw guys too well.
tongue.png
)

"Yeah," he said, letting loose a boyish smirk before heading back towards the mare he was busy rinsing off earlier.

((
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Could you find a pic of him?
tongue.png
I'd love to see what he might look like...))

(It'd be really hard to find a picture of him, as I have him invisioned in my mind already. I do have his description but that's about it...Maybe I can bribe Birdy into drawing him.
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((
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Could you find a pic of him?
tongue.png
I'd love to see what he might look like...))

(It'd be really hard to find a picture of him, as I have him invisioned in my mind already. I do have his description but that's about it...Maybe I can bribe Birdy into drawing him.
tongue.png
)

((That would be epic!))
 
*Time warp*

Anger filled Bridget's mind. What did that stupid woman have to do with anything? She acted like a child, reporting everything Bridget did, and not once saying anything of her responses... She'd show her... When she saw the results of this show, she'd shocked to see Bridget's name at the top for sure.
The loud sound of applause from the crowd interrupted her angry thoughs. "Next up, we've got number 23, our last reining contestant. Say hello to Bridget _____ and Second Wind!" He crowd applauded politely, sending adrenaline through her veins. She urged Wind into a trot, then a canter... They burst from into the arena, shifting to a gallop. The soft sand was kicked up by Wind's heels, blown in the air behind them. The clapping continued as she looped around he huge arena and came to a stop in the middle. The judges signaled her, Nd it was off. She felt so at home on Wind, feeling him shift mid-stride beneath her in their routine, spinning and turning gracefully.




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(It'd be really hard to find a picture of him, as I have him invisioned in my mind already. I do have his description but that's about it...Maybe I can bribe Birdy into drawing him.
tongue.png
)

((That would be epic!))

X2!
 

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