UntitledA Story by Quinn W
The first time I saw you, my heart whispered, "That's the one," I say, gazing into his chestnut eyes. I lift my hand and slide it down his white-streaked nose.
"You ready?" I ask. His head bobs up and down as he whines. "I thought so," I reply as I grab his saddle and reins. When did you realize it was a horse? Just curious.
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