Aisling
It was the end of the day. The curtain was slightly open. The rain drops shone orange from the street light. And the silhouette of a horse ty named thunderbolt could just about be seen.
a barrel soars through the air. the insides slosh. around. some water flies out through the cracks. but mostly, the little boy inside is frightened
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