I entered the stable, it smelled of sweat, hay and horse droppings; I couldn't believe that I used to spend entire days here. The workers bowed as I entered the horse stalls. Suddenly I saw one guy... my early teenage friend... Is that...? the guy was working at the very back of the stable with his back to me, he was throwing hay with a pitchfork into the stable loft.
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