Logs:Stupid Is As Stupid Does - Revision history

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 "You're smarter than you look, pig." Satiet's own hand clenches reflexively, but other signs of violence are held at bay. The wince, only surfaces after her face has turned away, though through much control, she doesn't touch her scalp until she's ambled out of the stables. "It was a pleasure meeting you, again." The mocking laughter that trails from the exit is light, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
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 |log=Itchy hay. The smell of horses. Sasha is here, dirty, with a sheen of sweat over his pale northern skin. Bored, surly, he drives punch after punch into tightly baled straw. Some long-faced runners look on, hanging their heads over the sides of their stalls; their long-lashed eyes look serene. Others lounge by, chewing fodder from their trays, or lay on the ground for a time.
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