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Originally Posted by some_exotic_booze
I went to thee track today! Had loads of fun, as always. Tis really my passion ha. I want to own race horses! Ever since I was 5 and first went...I love the track. The entertainment, the atmosphere, the money ha...all of it. Love it. I won once today, which isn't my usual (I'm actually quite good at handicaping...read the form and all haaaa.), but I'm not complaining. Fun! And a random guy called me beautiful! And I made friends with the bartender who I kept buying Shirley Temples from! Heheee...we go to eachother, "so what do you have in this race?" hehe. So fun, so fun. And my teller was nice, they must think I'm 18 there as they let me bet and such ha  |
Horse racing is so mean, god they deserve a life. =/
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.
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