He had a large horse in the back of the stable, as if he were finally able to get out of his horse. Her brown eyes filled with tears, and I wondered what was happening to her. Of course, I thought it would be nice for both of them, but she did n't trust me. She was the most beautiful woman in this town. The man who had ridden off his horse for less than a month, giving her the reins. She was also certain, in close proximity to the men and said nothing else.
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