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Date Posted: 16:54:04 04/28/02 Sun
Author: Colleen
Author Host/IP: 66.187.4.41
Subject: She Walks In A Bit Tired. . . . . . .

She walks in, balancing all of her bags on top of her black show trunk. "Uh oh!" She yelped as her suit case came crashing to the floor. She dropped everything and restacked it. This time she made it to her room and opened her dorm door. She smiled at the cozy scenery. There were horse pictures on the walls, with a balcony that had a view of the beach and the stable. She smiled and sighed with relief as she set her bags on the floor. She then got orgonized by putting everything away. She set up some of her pictures on the shelves and hung her favorite one on the wall. It was a picture of her and Toby flying over a large oxer at a college show. She smiled again as she picked up another picture of her and Toby making their victory gallop around the ring at the most important show of their lives. The show in New York at Madison Square Garden. There were blue and red ribbons flying behind the grey and black mane of her beloved steed. They had placed in first in their jumpers class. Then, she was reminded that she needed to go to the barn to help get her horse settled in. She made a few last touch ups on her "apartment", and then made her way down to the stable. Franklin bounded out the door after her, tripping over his fuzzy ears.

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