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Date Posted: Tue, Nov 22 2005, 9:57pm PST
Author: Brooklyn
Subject: Everything's so blurry, and everyone's so fake.. so make up your own ending, let me know just how it feels..
In reply to: Joshua 's message, "
" on Mon, Nov 21 2005, 11:36pm PST

(She lifted her head from the other side of the gelding to look at him over the glossy black slope of the male's back.) A rodeo boy. (She said, with a tone that was half-way between intrigue (boys in jeans!) and boredom (wheat stalks and cow tipping for fun). The gelding nosed the man and let out a nervous breath against his side, he really was a large and powerful horse that was just a puppy around Brooklyn.. it was rare that he took to other people.) I think Destin likes you. (She said, with a little more intrigue this time- her horse was like a dog to her, he was a good character judge and his immediate liking to the man made her smile. The only soul in the entire world she felt she could bare her own soul to was Destin, he listened no matter what she wanted to discuss... and he never argued a point with her. She picked up the saddle that was laying on the trunk and smoothed the pad over Destin's back before hoisting it up over her head and onto the horse's back, causing him to jig in place a few steps and earn a pat and a murmured word of reassurance from Brooklyn.)

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