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Returning to this childhood game. Now older, gayer, and chronically ill. Ready to horse around.
This is nostalgia right in the gut. Used to buy passes (or whatever it was called back then) with my parents’ phones. Unbeknownst to them of course. Probably. Great time. I can no longer be a thief. I have aged and would be yelled at. Perhaps even disowned.
In my revisit to virtual horsegirlhood, I don’t have any plans set in stone. I’ll go with the flow. To not insult my past self, I’ll likely work on unicorn fjords. Used to ride a cheeky fjord once upon a time. He was a unicorn in spirit.
Feel free to add me - I haven’t figured out how to send requests yet. Which is arguably embarrassing. Okay so literally 2 minutes after writing this I figured it out. I’m a tech genius.
Peace out horse girls, guys and people.