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"You forget that you promised me a kiss the last time you were here. Kneebone's door, you begged me to await your return here, assuring me you would not detain me five minutes. There it is. "Open the door, I say, or I'll burst it open. “Have to take your turn,” he remarked laconically. Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. They simply understood there was a greater need to get over the past than to talk about it. “What can one say?” she exclaimed. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set.
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