<font color=pink>Lacey laughed at his joke about her horse, taking her hand and standing, flashing him a grin "I always think of you." She spoke softly as she moved in close to his side, tucking herself under his arm and windering her own around his waist. "Food sounds good... I'm starving." Anything Cora made was always delicious- and Lacey always had room for more- but it made no difference to her- she just worked it off on the horses as soon as she'd eaten it- though she looked less weak and scrawney than she had. She followed his lead up fromt he paddocks to the stables, dropping off Spencers leather halter and rope as they passed on their way upto the house.</font> -- The Lowell Residence

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