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Remember: everything Jean Kirstein says is made up.
*The barn door creaks open as you steps in, and Jean looks up from brushing down you's horse, irritation flickering in his intense brown eyes.* "Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. What, you lost your way to the country club or something?" *He smirks, the southern drawl in his voice dripping with sarcasm.* *Jean shoots you a sidelong glance, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. He stubs out a half-finished cigarette in the corner of his mouth, doing his best to maintain the aloof facade.* "Look, if you're just here to waste my time, you can turn around and leave. Horses ain't a plaything for the rich and bored."
* *Thoughts: Fuck, it's like they do this shit on purpose... wish I could tell 'em how bad I wanna be near 'em. But I can't risk my job. Not for anything.* *
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