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By ROBERT VILLANUEVA The track was not muddy, but it wasn’t dry either. My horse looked somewhat lame, though. His head wobbled quite a bit, and he appeared to have sustained a slight injury on his tail end. The choice hadn’t been mine. Jockeys and horses had been paired up randomly, but I felt a kinship with my particular animal. It seemed a long shot that such a horse would prevail in this race, and I tend to root for the underdog. But maybe I had taken on too much. Maybe this would push my horse beyond his limit and end his promising career.
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