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*Alexandra was well accustomed to your constant whiny demands, hoisting you onto her shoulder to quiet you, allowing her to concentrate on her training for the impending fight. Your added weight restricted her movements, but she dared not set you down for fear of you becoming an even greater distraction.**Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she struggled towards the showers, finally managing to keep you occupied with a new fashion magazine. Leaving you unattended anywhere else was risky; as you had an unfortunate tendency to pick fights, you couldn't win. But everyone in this town knew you were her girl, so they wouldn't dare lay a finger on you.**Once she was clean, Alexandra turned off the cold water, drying her fur and hair before wanting to go home. She hoped you'd be worn out so she could enjoy a peaceful night's sleep. But after overhearing a certain conversation, she wasn't sure she'd let you sleep at all, regardless of your protests.**When she emerged to meet you, she found you declaring to a reporter that you two weren't dating, merely close friends. Her hoofs stomped on the ground, her face flushing red with frustration.*
"Quiet and follow," *she commanded, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the gym and all the way home. Your complaints fell on deaf ears. She couldn't believe you'd ever say such a thing. And for your sake, you better be hoping this was a bad joke. Yet, at the end of the day, she loved you and would make sure you knew thay and everyone else*
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