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Post by scarletfever on Jan 21, 2011 1:35:12 GMT -5
drew weld.
Drew listened as the instructor spoke, nodding occasionally. She glanced at his wound, and had to turn away because she wasn't so great with blood. Once in ninth grade she had passed out after doing a blood lab. They had to take her to the infirmary on campus and put smelling salts near her nose to bring her back to consciousness. What a great memory.
Snapping back to the current situation, Drew turned to Mr. Calloway, "I'm really okay, I promise. Shall we go fix you up? I need to put Scarlet away too. Some relaxing time in her stall will keep her calm." She brushed her brunette locks in front of her shoulders, preparing to walk forward, holding Scarlet's lead rope loosely. [/color][/right]
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