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When I get to the stables in the morning there’s a whole gaggle of people standing around.
“Brandee Jean!” Rada runs over to me, grabs my hand, and then pulls me to the center of the crowd where Taylor and her clipboard are holding court. Rada positions me directly in front of Taylor and then gives me a nudge. “Tell her about last night. And the noise you heard before the horses stampeded.”
I quickly tell Taylor the whole story and when I’m finished lean into her. “Hey, is there a Keurig around here somewhere? It was a late night and I really need the caffeine.”
“No, we do not keep a Keurig in the stables.” She shakes her head in this disgusted sort of way, and then to my dismay adds, “Or anywhere else. An sss does not sully her body with chemicals.”
“Okay, but I’m not an sss, so i
