Spiralling, up, up, my anxiety levels. Sweat, hot, dances down my back.
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Spiralling, up, up, my anxiety levels. Sweat, hot, dances down my back.
“Twix can be a little difficult to handle at times, but you will do just fine. You are our little star, after all,” he said, fumbling with the bridle, the stale odor of alcohol on his breath.
A corseted Victorian woman in puffy, pink silk beamed up at a starched-collared lord astride a stallion that pulled at the hobbled stable boy gripping its reigns.