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Taylor's P.O.V.
" ugh, why do I have too take care of this mess?" I thought. " I'm home...( sniff) ew, what is that smell," said my older sister Eleanor. " it is my horse." I replied. " WHAT! Mom gave you a horse."

Mothers P.O.V.
"Mom," yelled Eleanor. " I am in the kitchen dear, and please don't yell." " why did you get Taylor a horse and not me." Asked Eleanor. "Because she is turning 12 and she need some company." I said. " I what a horse." " ask you father."

Fathers P.O.V.
"Dad!" Yelled Eleanor. " I am in the living room." I said. " could you get me a horse...please?" Asked Eleanor. And I replied " N.....O. If you save up you could buy one yourself. And did you notice Taylor's horse is looking a little round."

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