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Once upon a time, we lived in an old farmhouse in Rushville. We just rented the house. The farm itself was run by an old guy named Henry. Henry had a grey horse that I found absolutely irresistible. I remember getting up in the mornings, dressing myself, and running outside to stand on the fence, so that I could pet the horse and feed him an apple or carrot.

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