Hi.
I am the horse in the corner.
I lived all my life in the nice house of two very rich biscuits factory owners. I was well treated, dust never settled upon me, and was well fed with stories and photos. The two were always off to see the world so I quickly lost my taste in neighing and started talking to the other objects on my shelf, so that the long months of waiting would pass by faster.
I am old now, and was satisfied with my life, thinking that I had lived many and unusual things, when one day destiny showed me that the most interesting part was yet to come.
Some youngsters came and brutally threw me into a dark and unfriendly bag. I lost conscience and woke up like some french actress of the forties in the dustiest, loudest and draughtiest place on earth: THE FILM SET.
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You write pretty nice. For a horse...
Saracul Horsy a fost rapit de tinerii aia rai. :(
Interesting to know.
In my opinion you are mistaken. I can prove it. Write to me in PM, we will discuss.
I apologise, but I need absolutely another. Who else, what can prompt?
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