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It had been a fantastic early morning run and training session at the track. Everything went smoothly and Blue Tuxedo's injury seemed to be healing well: the daily injections worked wonders. His time was 42 seconds less than his brother the championship's favoured to win. The jockey was just putting his uniform in a gym bag when he heard over his shoulder."Mr. Javier Santiago Alvarez that is your name?" An unknown face questioned, in an strange accent and articulation with each syllable, all while smiling and somewhat looking at the photos. ...
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"Oh, I can see it now, father". The soft whispered words escaped lushest blood-red lips; they are coloured as if they were the single most important testimony to vampirisim. From backstage a dim light is projected from a flashlight off centered, creamy and dreamy yellow articles of artificial rays creeps through the exhale of a fog machine to give the illusion of a successful lantern at a distance, in the near distance. The dark is over taken, by the illumination casted out of an old semi-forgotten railroad light that now replaces the flashl...
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