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Training (P, pt 2)

Postby MillietheWarrior » 04/01/2012 9:10 PM

The air was cool and crisp. Tennessee took her jacket off. She sighed heavily. She didn’t want to be here. Where was John when you needed him?

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



A great adventure!


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Re: Training (P, pt 2)

Postby MillietheWarrior » 04/01/2012 9:10 PM

Where was trick for that matter? She felt alone. It’d been a long time since she rode by herself. Her horse was restless. She kicked it’s sides and took off.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



A great adventure!


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Re: Training (P, pt 2)

Postby MillietheWarrior » 04/01/2012 9:11 PM

The wind in her hair felt nice. It was a cool day. It was a good day for a ride. She urged her horse on and it gained speed. She was flying across the plains.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



A great adventure!


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Re: Training (P, pt 2)

Postby MillietheWarrior » 04/01/2012 9:16 PM

The wind in her hair felt nice. It was a cool day. It was a good day for a ride. She urged her horse on and it gained speed. She was flying across the plains.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



A great adventure!


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Re: Training (P, pt 2)

Postby MillietheWarrior » 04/01/2012 9:17 PM

She turned him sharply. The horse skidded, turned around a tree. Tennessee put her heels top him. He bolted off. She laughed loudly at the freedom of the feeling.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



A great adventure!


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Re: Training (P, pt 2)

Postby MillietheWarrior » 04/01/2012 9:20 PM

It was getting late. The sun was going down. She debated on whether or not to leave. Maybe she’d stay out a bit longer. It sounded like a good idea. The sun was sinking over the mountains.

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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