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I am king. I stamp my foot down, reiterating this fact. My oiled hoof makes contact with the hard floor of the trailer, causing a booming sound to resound all around me. Swiveling my ears, I lean against my glistening halter, eyeing the door, anticipating the moment when I can walk out and bask in the glory of my subjects. Finally, I hear latches being undone, and finally I see slivers of light growing over my gleaming hide. With a shuddering noise that shakes the trailer, the ramp is laid down, and someone steps into my dark abode to undo my lead. A snort explodes out of my nostrils, and my breath starts to deepen. Now is my moment. I am lea

Our story wasn't cliché. It didn't start out in second grade. We didn't kiss on the monkey bars, or write each other sweet, innocent little notes. We didn't have oreos every Friday after school at your house, and our parents weren't best friends. We weren't the same age, and we were not neighbors. We met at the movies. I had just started ninth grade, you were already beginning senior year. It was a few weeks after my birthday. I was with my best friend-we were going to see that one movie with Will Smith. You know exactly which one I'm talking about. I don't remember what you were going to see, but it didn't matter. You followed and hara