When the horse was little, Massie had covered the walls with posters of young fillies that she thought Brownie would find sexy.
Loser loser, double loser, whatever, as if, get the picture. DUH!
She didn't mind a little rain. At least no one would see her cry.
We're doing the Twyla, not Twilight, so stop sucking!
Are you nervous about no longer being a big fish in a small pond?
Why limit yourself to just one best friend?