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OOC: Sorry for such a lame post >.<
Domonick sniffled a laugh, which led to a quiet snort at Jefferson's comment about the grooming, but he did as he was told and walked over to the bales, picking up chunks of hay and putting them where he said. He laughed to himself, glad to be helping out Adonia and Jefferson, it made him feel even closer to the two pack members, besides, with Jefferson missing his arm, it must been difficult to do all these things alone. With someone helping, things would be able to go by faster and easier. A piece of hay scratched against his nose, causing him to sneeze, the hay falling to the floor. "Damn." he muttered as he stooped to pick it up. "So, Jefferson, these horses, where did they come from exactly?"
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