I don't know why I can't get up. I used to play this game every night when she got home. She would laugh, I would get up, and we would go make a snack. But we're both crying this time, her hooves in my mane, and I can't get up. I can just think, about all those days it took for me to get here, all my days of racing in the rain.

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** This story was written when I was 15, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **