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A Bitter TasteHindsight was well enough for some people, Tobias reasoned. For the young man it meant admitting wrong-doing, possibly defeat. It left a bitter taste in his mouth and the black haired boy couldn't stand it. Still, the nagging worry gnawed at him and he wasn't surprised when Jamie walked up to him a few days later in the barn. Not really.A Bitter Taste by Niur-Tarow
"Toby?" She held a pitchfork in her hands, leading against the handle with the tines creaking into the wooden floor. He looked up from Crow's mane. The buckskin stud colt reached over the door to greet the girl and Tobias sighed. It was only a matter of time.
"If I said I wanted to talk with you, would you listen as a friend?" Jamie reached out and stroked Crow's muzzle affectionately, any misgivings about the conversation pushed out of her mind when dealing with the horse. Tobias nodded, but kept working. "Then," Jamie continued, "It is about Jenna." The young man felt his