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was waiting for him when he
returned.
As I brushed him, he just seemed
to revel in it. He closed his eyes and
took in the pampering. As I
continued, he suddenly went from a
blackish gray to a coal black as the
dust fell out of his coat. I tried to
brush his mane, but part of it was
matted, making it impossible to work
through. I knew he hadn’t been
brushed in a long time. I still got out
what knots I could.
I wondered if I dared work his
tail. I gradually worked my way to
his withers, and tested what he would
do as I brushed just a bit down his
back leg, ready to jump away if he
kicked. But he didn’t kick. He
seemed to enjoy that, too. I
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