"why the long face?" i asked with a laugh, but the horse didn't answer.
"you look like someone i used to know," i said, as i lent in to stroke the horse's face (i've seen other people do that to horses before now), "actually, you smell like a someone i used to know too.", i observed.
The horse still didn't reply but gave me a fixed, slightly patronising look that reminded me further of the someone i used to know.
I turned and walked away, before i began blaming the horse for some old dispassionate resentment or other. It wasn't the horse's fault afterall, even if it did look and smell like the someone i used to know.
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