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Posted by Angotti on March 4, 2009, 6:54 pm
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Angotti was no different than the horse you would see in Farmer Joe’s corral waiting to be fed or watered or even brushed. She was (by a far means) much more beautiful than the drab and muddy horse you’d see in there, but she was not magical. She did not have wings, or horns, or elemental super powers. She did not have an alter ego or some great love affair to speak of. Angotti was just Angotti, the way she promised Stelios she would always be. Something simple and always here…
But he was gone and she knew that.
But she waited anyways now, pristine and white against a sea of colors, her dark black eyes bright and hopeful for something – anything.
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