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[CONTENT ADVISORY: female hyperfarts, burps, overeating] “Alright then. Ready to get to work?” Dorothea smiled back at Ingrid. “With pleasure!” The professor (well, they weren’t students anymore, but they still called her that) had assigned the pair of them for stable duty that week. Dorothea was incredibly pleased, since she still harbored a bit of a crush on Ingrid. Sure, she had been deeply embittered by the horrors of war, but she was still human. Unfortunately, she’d gathered over the years that Ingrid was not… the type to ever reciprocate, but the desire to flirt still persisted. The duo got through most of the labor easily enough, though Dorothea had to rely a bit more on Ingrid than she would have liked, simply on account of being less the “physically oriented” of the pair. Eventually, it was simply the two of them grooming the horses, which was a decently docile activity. Dorothea could see how some of the others could find a therapeutic calm in doing this. But then