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Post by ghost11 on Dec 23, 2010 13:06:47 GMT -8
Cory slumped down on the park bench with his battered old guitar case. This week had been the most eventful week in a very long time. Relocating to Texas and the anticipation for his mother to be. He was emotionally and mentally exhausted. Who ever knew that having a mare that was about to burst with foal could be so time consuming. Well he had been prepared for this and he was determined to make sure nothing went wrong for the beautiful palomino mare. Then there was the fact that duke had gone lame for the first time in his life, Cory was so angry at himself for not catching it sooner, though only a very minor injury it still bothered Cory that he hadn't obsevered his horses need with enough care.
He had come to the park to relax for a minute and he had brought his old acustic, which frankly Cory was surprised it had lasted this long. There where several deep scratchs, the body needed to be re-painted and it just looked generally beat up. Pulling the much loved guitar out of the case and tuning it up he strummed a few chords. Deciding that Taylor swifts songs were what he was going to play, he played the first few chords before he started singing softly his voice deep swelled and seemed to caress the lyrics. His tenor voice was sweet and right on key as the song progressed a small smiled pulled at the corners of his mouth and little smile lines started to crease the shocking handsom face in the light of the setting sun.
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