fluffy
permanently pressed repressed and depressed
I wonder if he has a name. If not, I'll give him one tomorrow. For now, I'll call him friend... He let me run my fingers through his mane...tangles. Wish I had a brush. Good boy. I love horses...
The boys are back. One of them has laid his saddle on the fence...
The boys are back. One of them has laid his saddle on the fence...
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