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He was her first love, the one that started it all. He taught her how to master the lope and navigate her first barrel pattern. They spent hours together exploring the trails and hanging out in the barn. His name was doodled on every page in her school notebook. His coat gleamed in the sun as he met her at the gate each day, snuffiing for a treat. From the first time she saw him poking his head out of the stall to the last time she patted him goodbye, he was–and always will be–her everything.
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