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fandomtownies2010-06-13 07:31 am
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The Gig, Sunday
There were no unexpected fruit today.
In fact, there were no unexpected anything. The morning, as she and Blind Seer fed and groomed the horses, just consisted of the usual updating them on any island gossip (not the who's dating who that concerned some teenagers, but the kind of gossip that interested horses, like the fact that she'd received a message on her phone from Arthur the other day). The rest of their shift was spent outside, lazing about in the pasture.
In fact, there were no unexpected anything. The morning, as she and Blind Seer fed and groomed the horses, just consisted of the usual updating them on any island gossip (not the who's dating who that concerned some teenagers, but the kind of gossip that interested horses, like the fact that she'd received a message on her phone from Arthur the other day). The rest of their shift was spent outside, lazing about in the pasture.