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Post by xx. Cavalletti on Nov 15, 2007 3:04:15 GMT -5
Abby held the last with one hand, and held her other hand around his waist once she leapt on. Her heart raced and she glanced from the horses to the bush ahead. Once they slowed, ages away, she smiled with relief.
Thanks. Your not to bad yourself! We can take them to my house, on the other side of town, of you like.
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Post by IP13 on Nov 15, 2007 15:04:24 GMT -5
Alright, Ryan said. He walked the horses to Chance Stables so that they could cool off. Where should we put them? he asked when they arrived.
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Post by xx. Cavalletti on Nov 16, 2007 4:26:27 GMT -5
ooc. Do you want to continue there? just re-pot same one.
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Post by IP13 on Nov 19, 2007 14:53:58 GMT -5
ooc- thats fine!
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Post by xx. Cavalletti on Nov 21, 2007 7:23:55 GMT -5
ooc - okay, you post there then.
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Post by IP13 on Nov 26, 2007 14:53:44 GMT -5
ooc-ok!
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Post by IP13 on Nov 26, 2007 15:04:33 GMT -5
ooc- its called "The Mistreated Horses"
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Post by xx. Cavalletti on Nov 27, 2007 3:11:38 GMT -5
ooc. Okay. CLOSED THREAD!!!!!!
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