The mare steps in indiscreetly, though her stride is slow. She walks with a swinging, almost sad gait- she knows no one is here, for no one ever is. Her head hangs near to the ground, while the wind twirls her long silver tail 'round her muscled black legs. Why was life so cruel to her? It, though, was her own fault- she had no one to blame but herself. At this, she sighs, halting in a far corner of the TT, lest someone might enter unexpectedly. She turns her rump towards the only enterance for good measure, for she was afraid she might break down. No one could see her so weak, so emotional. It was not her nature- it couldn't be. It never had been before... Still, her throat feels strangled and her body feels heavy. She would rest but a minute...just long enough for it all to go away. It surely could not last, right? -- Foal's Playground

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Subject: The mare steps in indiscreetly, though her stride is slow. She walks with a swinging, almost sad gait- she knows no one is here, for no one ever is. Her head hangs near to the ground, while the wind twirls her long silver tail 'round her muscled black legs. Why was life so cruel to her? It, though, was her own fault- she had no one to blame but herself. At this, she sighs, halting in a far corner of the TT, lest someone might enter unexpectedly. She turns her rump towards the only enterance for good measure, for she was afraid she might break down. No one could see her so weak, so emotional. It was not her nature- it couldn't be. It never had been before... Still, her throat feels strangled and her body feels heavy. She would rest but a minute...just long enough for it all to go away. It surely could not last, right?

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