&&Baby, Even Fairytales will be Jealous [open]
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10-11-2012, 07:54 PM
I stumble on my sore legs and stop dead when I hear the loud neigh. I almost fall at this abrubt motion, but keep myself steady. I whinny back and swish my tail. I want to prance over to where I heard the sound, but my feet will go no longer, and I am proud just to be standing. I snort in impatience.
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