I would kill my friend Alan if he did this. I would murder GEorge and cut him up in 20 pieces if he even thought of this.
watching horses at a creek : waiting for turkeys and sunset
temp: dropping to the 40's : no sweater
standing at the roadside: looking at my feet. I can't. I just can't.
pick up a rock and drop it off the bridge and into the creek.
OMG. the horses took off running away from monsters.
stopped to look: "bitch"
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