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Achila and I galloped across the land. The stallion asked no questions as she carried me away from the castle. She ran at superhuman, or rather super horse, speed. It felt like we were flying. The wind tossed my hair behind my back. Achila's mane whipped around my face as I let go of the reins and dug my hands into her silky locks.
This felt normal. This felt natural— running. This was my normal response when things went left. I turned right on my heel and ran. I'd been running my whole life, never standing still. It worked for me because I looked good from the back. So, in a sense, my turning tail and running did people a service ‘cause they got a look at my perky ass.
The kids at school had gotten a good laugh at my ass back in my glory days. The science community had seen their fai
