That’s what matters. Billy sat in the riders’ stand clutching a Coke and wondered how the hell the riders could coax their horses over such enormous fences. You’re the eighth wonder of the world. Few of them could control the bored, broken-down ponies.
She watched the riders splaying out over the emerald green arena. He had been deeply scathing of the rest of the Olympic team. There’s not a mark on the carpet. There was no lock on the door.
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