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On Friday, Preta and I went riding before eight in the morning.
I actually had woken at six and wasn’t able to go back to sleep, so I threw myself into action. Better to do something and occupy my head with mindless thoughts than obsess about my life. Even if I wanted to, I didn’t have the energy for it.
With a slice of bread with butter and a to-go coffee mug, I tiptoed out of the house, honestly hoping Hannah and Leo would sleep in and rest a little. They worked hard on this ranch and deserved some peace.
I fed the horses, checked their water, released a few of them into the pasture, and got ready to muck out their stalls, but decided against it, afraid that the sound of scraping the shovel on the ground would wake the happy couple.
The jealous feeling came back and I pushed it a
