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A mirror never lies, for The Horse knows that she's the fairest of them all.
Her dark, flowing mane graces the bulk of her lower back. They streak past her sturdy shoulders like inky tidal waves.
Her golden brown eyes spark with spicy sweetness. A stray glance often uplifts one's soul.
Her caramel skin glows radiantly, highlighted with a bold tan. Smooth without a trace of blemish.
As The Horse's tail relaxes, she flexes a muscular arm in the glory of her reflection and flashes one of her signature smiles. Pearly whites shine, revealing her grind.
Let the race begin.
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