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A pony and all sorts of other explosive things.
4:08 p.m.

I want a pony. Just near my house there's this stable where you can pay to ride a pony. I don't have money to buy a pony. My mom won't buy me a pony. And the pony won't fit in my room.

Gracie wants a pony.

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