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Peter walked through the door, yawning, and wiping inefficiently at some baby spitup on his shoulder. Maria had a cold, Oscar had a cold, and Dana was starting to get a cold. He was actually relieved to see the bar for once.
"THANK GOD!" He yelled, and jogged over to the bar. "My usual, Bar, if you please....Hey, that's not part of my usual!"
Along with his food, there was another book by Wilhelm Reich. And one on taking care of horses.
They stayed there despite his protests of the latter one.
He facepalmed, "...She just had to ask for a horsey."
"THANK GOD!" He yelled, and jogged over to the bar. "My usual, Bar, if you please....Hey, that's not part of my usual!"
Along with his food, there was another book by Wilhelm Reich. And one on taking care of horses.
They stayed there despite his protests of the latter one.
He facepalmed, "...She just had to ask for a horsey."
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He shrugged, "I guess. Hmmm..." He did like the rare instances that he got to go horseback riding as a kid, pretending he was a cowboy.
"Yeah, sure. She wouldn't even known about horses yet if a guy I know hadn't brought one of the fillys he was raising with him here."
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He then shrugged, and gave a small smile, "Milliways, huh? The insanity never stops around here. Or the horror. Sometimes it's both."
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