“She hit me?” was all he could whisper to the ocean waves and laughing gulls. Emily had trudged off into the woods a time ago, but Tim couldn’t take his eyes away from those emerald pines. To do so would have betrayed the juggling act between bewilderment and a broken pride. He did all he could to fight the tears. He bit his cheek, swallowed hard and looked to the ground where the paint chipped pony laid, broken in two.
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