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A gentle breeze picked up and whispered softly over the land, carrying with it the myriad of scents belonging to the Ridge. Bambi lifted her muzzle into the calm wind as it brushed past her. Kennedy’s response caused a subtle feeling of warmth to blossom within her. She, too, felt a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “What do you think of love?” she found herself asking after a moment.

It would be interesting to hear someone else’s thoughts on the idea. She wondered what it felt like to fall for someone – the right someone – and to devote a lifetime to them. Bambi hardly considered herself romantic, but then again she had never been in a situation that called for her to be. She wondered if love came naturally to those who were compatible. That was, if it even truly existed.

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