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Post by Darktouch on Sept 9, 2005 20:47:36 GMT -5
A black mare trotted in, her crooked Arabian tail swishing as she went. The trixy horse glanced around, smirking. She loved to be defiant and tricky, but saw no one to bother. Her ears flicked back in annoyance. "That brute's always here," she muttered, snorting. Tossing her long sheet of glossy black mane, the mare trotted off.
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