Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.
I__ looked around my room at the ribbons and sashes and rosettes hanging from the walls, at the photos of my ponies clearing the highest fences with me crouched in the saddle, a look of utter determination on my face. I__ made myself look hard at the pictures, at my legs swinging backwards over the fences, at my body lying low over my pony__ neck, my hands grasping at the reins as I turned them in mid-air. At the way that Teddy__ eyes were bulging as I pulled him around a tight turn, at the way the veins popped out on Buck__ lathered neck, at Springbok__ open mouth, dripping with foam. I__ looked hard at them all, and I hadn__ liked what I__ seen.
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I__ looked around my room at the ribbons and sashes and rosettes hanging from the walls, at the photos of my ponies clearing the highest fences with me crouched in the saddle, a look of utter determination on my face. I__ made myself look hard at the pictures, at my legs swinging backwards over the fences, at my body lying low over my pony__ neck, my hands grasping at the reins as I turned them in mid-air. At the way that Teddy__ eyes were bulging as I pulled him around a tight turn, at the way the veins popped out on Buck__ lathered neck, at Springbok__ open mouth, dripping with foam. I__ looked hard at them all, and I hadn__ liked what I__ seen.
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