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A Horse, a Horse, My Kingdom For a Horse  
by C.R.M. Nilsson

Our final day, we’re walking along the beach when you see a horse lying down on the beach. It’s brown and white. The colour probably has some fancy name, but I know jack-shit about horses.

I’ve never seen you so excited. Not even when we went to see the bloody sharks. You carefully approach. Soon you’re petting the horse. Your grandpa was a horse-trader who loved these creatures. Some of your happiest memories involve staying at his farm.

You look so blissful and wondrous while petting it. You don’t even notice me taking fifty photos of you and the horse.

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