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"Horses," he repeated and actually laughed because it had been the last thing he'd expected. "I asked him about them and he said they were his dad's. They might be dead by now. How long do horses even live?" He shrugged and closed his notebook. "I'm writing a story about lost gods. Kind of a children's book, just a little nothing story." He wrote notes about his experiences here, but he also wrote fantasy since it helped him escape.