

The Stablehand's StoryI remember it was wet when she arrived. We had spent the entire week on our toes, cleaning, organising, arranging making sure everything would be perfect for her. Through it all, dark clouds churned in the sky threatening one last bout of winters fury before petering out and thawing into a hesitant spring. The storm broke just after her arrival, a fine, light drizzle becoming a dark sheet of rain the moment the main door closed behind her tiny form. Stefan had grabbed my arm, pulling me into the relative dryness of the stables we worked in with a look of disappointment on his face, rightly guessing that the celebratory festivalsThe Stablehand's Story
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"You do drink, don't you?"
"I did just say I was a writer."
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"You do drink, don't you?"
"I did just say I was a writer."
- 1408
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"You do drink, don't you?"
"I did just say I was a writer."
- 1408
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Meet the other half of my lollipop!
Features features features!
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"Let's eat, Grandpa!"
"Let's eat Grandpa!"
Be literate. Save lives.
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