Thoroughbred - Young Hearts
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A Thoroughbred fanfiction.
How many people meet their one true love at age 15?
Ashleigh/Mike. Teen romance, horse racing, adventures, drama and happy endings.
Timeline: After "Wonder's Victory".
Some chapters include mature content, -please skip if it makes you feel uncomfortable.
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