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The sun peered over the horizon as August began to make breakfast.
"What?"
They approached a bustling cafe on a street corner. "This okay?"
"Always. Let's go."
She squinted at him.
His horse was large and grey, groomed carefully. He came over to her. "Ready?"
"But what?"
(Zoop?)
He followed her.
"Well?"
He watched her go before quietly beginning to patch himself up.
He looked relieved. "Come on. Let's head back."
"What is it, then?"
"I know. Go to sleep, Aspen. I'll be here in the morning."
"I'm sure, but that doesn't mean it isn't dangerous."
"Do you?"
"Seriously. I'll probably do a better job than you anyway."
"I'm safer."
"Pruuuuude."
"Go to sleep, Aspen," he said gently, trying to take the wipe from her hand. "I can finish this."
