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"Don't you two have work to do?" he said, his voice tight. "Last I checked, the horses don't feed themselves. Quit slacking and get back to it."
"Alright, alright." Charles held up his hands in mock surrender, but he was still grinning as he backed away. "We can take a hint. Come on, Eli. Let's leave Mr. Bennett to his tour."
"Personal tour," Eli corrected as they walked away. "Very exclusive. Very special."
"Very romantic," Charles added, and their laughter echoed through the stable as they disappeared down the aisle.