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The Feed
My Autism… And My Life With Horses.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom?” My mother asked, staring at me with an eyebrow raised. I glance down at my leg. It was bouncing up...
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“Do you need to go to the bathroom?” My mother asked, staring at me with an eyebrow raised. I glance down at my leg. It was bouncing up...