Thorn bird 11
by yishangnew
  Thorn bird 11
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   "How are you, Fee?" Padraic Cleary asked his wife. "All right, Paddy. Did you get the lower paddock done today?" "Yes, all done. I can start on the upper first thing in the morning. Lord, but I'm tired!"

"I'll bet. Did MacPherson give you the crotchety old mare again?" "Too right. You don't think he'd take the animal himself to let me have the roan, do you? My arms feel as if they've been pulled out of their sockets. I swear that mare has the hardest mouth in En Zed."

"Never mind. Old Robertson's horses are all good, and you'll be there soon enough."

"Can't be soon enough." He packed his pipe with coarse tobacco and pulled a taper from the big jar that stood near the stove. A quick flick inside the firebox door
Reebok Sneakers and it caught; he leaned back in his chair and sucked so deeply the pipe made bubbling noises. "How's it feel to be four, Meggie?" he asked his daughter.

Reebok Pumps "Pretty good, Daddy."

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