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With the ticket in my hand, I approached the sleeping horse carefully as not to startle it. As I softly mumbled words of reassurance, the gelding opened it's large brown eyes and shifted a bit. I was a bit nervous since this was only my second time of ever riding a horse. The ticket vanished magically from my hand as I mounted the steed.

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