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Bye I yell one last time before I close the door to are house behind me and hop into my grandpas old pickup truck, throwing my bags into the back seat. So how old are you again my gramps asks me again as we head down the high way, how can you forget this I'm 16 in two weeks I tell you every time i see you . its the 30th of June and I'm headed to my gramps place in prince gorge . He owns a ranch with 7 horse and 400 acres of land. We sit in the silence for quite some time before gramps asks me how things are at home. I have a younger brother Baylor who's 9 and are parents are split so things are ok I guess they can't get any worse I tell gramps he agrees , how are the horses I ask trying to keep some conversation between us. We stop a few times to pee , eat ,and get some sugared sweets but after that gramps starts talking about some old history or something so I zone out. Bailey Bailey I here my name pulling me out of my perfect little world. Sorry I say to gramps that's ok bailey I was going to tell you that you have some clients secluded in already. Ok I answer I help problem horses fix there problems, some people say I have some weird gift but my mom always shoots me down about it because she doesn't believe in that type of crap as she would put it. I read the clock on my I phone with a screen saver of one of my gramps horses stinger 12:12 ten more minutes and we'll be in my gramps log house. I hoist my bags on to my bed in "my room" and change into a sweater that reads I love horses and a pair or shorts walk into "my bathroom" and look at my self in the mirror my long brown wavy hair hangs down to my hips. After I'm done in the bathroom I say good night to gramps and walk to my room loto are dog. At my heels.i curl up in bed and drift off to sleep loto at the foot of the bed

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