When the horse was little, Massie had covered the walls with posters of young fillies that she thought Brownie would find sexy.

I was a terrible athlete and a pretty bad student. I couldn't focus. My imagination was always racing.

Is this place called Virgins? Well, I shouldn't be here! -Nina

One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide...gather, fall, slide...each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

It's never too late to fix things with people you love, Massie. Kendra said. That's true. William agreed.

Is my name dorothy? No Then why do u think munchkins could help me?

This is a combo between Taco and Burrito, nacho!