<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;" id="docs-internal-guid-a9f962a1-7fff-b22e-68ab-6ff944cea23c"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A young black Thoroughbred stallion thundered down the track as several people watched him. This stud was a prospect for a high level company, one that was very interested in him. He crossed the finish line rather quickly, coming in at a roaring 1:56:30. This horse was very quick, being very light on his feet. His jockey pulled on the reins, slowing the 2 year old down.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His shocking ice blue eyes looked around curiously as he listened to the cue given him. His audits flicked around, then forward as he picked up on everything around him. His rider held him in a walk as he directed the powerful stallion underneath him to the trainers gathered around a section of the track fence.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He snorted softly, not even short of breath as he stood there, dark silhouette a sharp contrast to the rising sun just behind him. He looked at the humans, nickering at a familiar human who walked up to him.

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A young black Thoroughbred stallion thundered down the track as several people watched him. This stud was a prospect for a high level company, one that was very interested in him. He crossed the finish line rather quickly, coming in at a roaring 1:56:30. This horse was very quick, being very light on his feet. His jockey pulled on the reins, slowing the 2 year old down.
His shocking ice blue eyes looked around curiously as he listened to the cue given him. His audits flicked around, then forward as he picked up on everything around him. His rider held him in a walk as he directed the powerful stallion underneath him to the trainers gathered around a section of the track fence.
He snorted softly, not even short of breath as he stood there, dark silhouette a sharp contrast to the rising sun just behind him. He looked at the humans, nickering at a familiar human who walked up to him.