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Aug 10, 2006 16:56

My friend Katy took me riding today.

My usual horse, Banjo is lame, so I rode Lacey.
She's a grey percheron mare, maybe nine years old.
She was brilliant.
In Katy's barn, they have a puppy mill.
I thought it would be terrible, but the place was really nice.
And the puppies were so cute, we named them all.
Katy and me raced, and she won, of course.
I can't race riding western, I don't know why.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag three people.

"What did you have to say to me?"
Now she faltered. "Could I talk to you, personally? I don't like him listening." She meant Bedside.
"All the caverns are listening," Arlo said, with moderate, but intentional cruelty.

I have, no idea what that is from. I found it on the coffee table..
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