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Risk
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Date Posted: 15:44:57 06/06/01 Wed
In reply to:
Greg
's message, "*greg walks in, looking for Risk*>>" on 15:38:53 05/29/01 Tue
She sticks her head under the fence, trying to get the long grass on the other side.*
>(sorry Risk, I've been hard at work with track &
>field, my school's track day was last tuesday, and i
>did really well, so now i'm training for the ity track
>meet, so i probably won't be on tomorrow, cause that's
>when cities is, but i'm gonna try and be more active
>from now on. When i'm not training for track, I'm
>either out at the barn, doing yard work, or catching
>up on my basketball practise. I know i should be
>trying to be more active, but it's just a little hard
>with so many big things in my life right now...I'l
>stop blabbing and start playing now...)*Greg spots
>Risk in one of the pastures, then he notices the large
>black mare lying on the ground a short distance away
>from the pastures, he runs up to the mare, and drops
>to his knees, and runs his hand quickly down her neck,
>then he places it on ehr chest, and checks her for a
>pulse, finding one he gets up, and screams so that
>anybody near the pasture's might be able to hear
>him*CAN SOMEBODY GO FETCH ME SOME PAIN KILLERS, A
>BUCKET OF WATER, SOME SPONGES, AND A TRAILER*he sits
>down and begins stroking the mares sides*
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