instead of a scratch, Jill decided to take her time faults up front. at least thats how she thought of it, heading to the stable dreadfully late for a riding lesson.
she was riding then with a babe named fear, no kidding. it turned out that she was late for the lesson too, since the washing machine in the office had overflowed.
"thanks so much for the laughs last night, i really needed the comic relief"
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Jill was overexplaining herself "my geography is rather wonky. in my own province, i think it because i have competed, groomed, coached and/or spectated in many, many horseshows all across this great land. i have also travelled great distances for clinics and training endeavours."
sometimes you could swing interesting accomodation arrangements at the last minute. jill had slept in the homes of complete strangers - do they call that a billet? some nights she would spent in the horse trailer at least one night of a weekend away to keep costs down. most of the time, she would just go and come back on the very same day.
"as a result, i think everything in ontario is driving distance. everything sounds familiar, like i know i've been there, even though i have no actual idea where it really is, or how long it actually takes to get there"
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