This blog is now a site for me to write fake last sentences of longform journalism pieces.
“Sure,” she said, stroking the horse lightly, its mane slowly becoming tangled around her index and middle finger on her left hand. In her right hand, her grip remained unwavering upon the rein. “I mean, it changed my life.”
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