by Banter. » Sun Oct 17, 2010 8:15 am
"Well, I guess they thought I was going to kill myself," Vanessa said quietly and put her arms on the table so that he could see, "And I was trying out different kinds of drugs, too."
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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