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Jackson's tummy rumbles. He hops down to the kitchen and grabs an orange. Also grabbing a magaze left for him about the wedding, he rubs down his mare and starts to walk her back to the stream.
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She headed outside with the notebook with the wedding derails and progress that still needed to be made. She sat in the grass, flipping through it and writing.
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Darkseeker
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My brain has died. Sorry. Jackson sees her sitting there with a sketch of a dress. "Can come over? Or is that a surprise? I won't want to ruin it if it is." He says.
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