WTF? I said fast pace, like a racehorse. Don’t you ever listen? I was falling, and the horse raced on, and on into the sharp branch, right through its heart. Down, down. me, and the terrible twisting, just as snow began to fall. There was no hiding, and we had taken the horse out without permission.
Hmm, my mother murmured, what about your face?
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