by Banter. » Fri Oct 15, 2010 5:28 am
Vanessa grinned when she heard Damian. She quickly walked to the girls' bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself. She looked at her blue eyes, framed by long lashes, and her hair, dyed blonde and black. She sighed.
There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.
I am her eyes. She is my wings. I am her voice. She is my spirit. I am her human. She is my horse.
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