The waiting room at the veterinary clinic smelled like bleach and nervous energy. I was sitting in the corner, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the yapping terrier three seats down. I don’t exactly blend in. I’m six-foot-two, covered in tattoos from my knuckles to my neck, and I was wearing my riding leathers. People usually give me a …
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