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In a message dated 5/13/00 1:34:58 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< > Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts to leap away
> from the horse and throw herself to safety. Unfortunately, her foot
> has become entangled in the stirrup, she is now at the mercy of
> the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground
> over and over.
> As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere moments
> away from unconsciousness when to her great fortune .....
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> Bill, the Wal-Mart greeter, sees her and unplugs the horse.
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Good one, makes my day.
Bobby
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