by Banter. » Sat Nov 27, 2010 5:20 pm
Vanessa took one earphone from her pocket and put it in her ear. She let her hair hang over her ears and then leaned against the wall, mostly hiding the cord. She clicked play and listened to music while the teacher was talking. She closed her eyes and tapped her feet on the tiled floor.
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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