The blond in the suit traces the horse’s flank with a gloved hand, just close enough to feel the heat through wool, just far...

The blond in the suit traces the horse’s flank with a gloved hand, just close enough to feel the heat through wool, just far enough to let the rider’s smile linger. #stable

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