JSDC
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It was a wonderful day at Griffith Park so C.Sto and I decided to go horseback riding. I mounted my horse, Black Death. C.Sto rode Fruit Cake.
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We started with an easy trot. C.Sto waved to the crowds.
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"Hi everybody! Weeeeee!"
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Then I put on some busted shades I found on a bench and flashed the international gang sign for "let’s race, fool." And it was on!
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C.Sto punched Black Death--
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I tried to block her...
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Thwarted! Black Death bolted and bucked wildly as I hung on, knuckles white, face contorted in fear...
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After recovering, I retaliated by using my mind to make Fruit Cake buck C.Sto off--
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C.Sto lost her grip. Death was immanent... Victory mine…
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Until she dodged danger by pulling off her famous two horse switcharoo.
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And was able to jump to another horse. Where she mocked me by riding backwards.
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She was too fast for me. (Dang!)
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C.Sto growled at me, which obviously meant, "I’m kicking your ass at horse racing." This pissed me off. Majorly.
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On we raced for miles, the music spurring Black Death and I on to victory...
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It was over. Black Death and I had won the race and the respect of millions. And I had proven that I am awesome at horse racing. "BD, you’ll always be my favorite racehorse. (C.Sto sucks!)"


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