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I run to a brush, to cry.

 Silly me! Falling for a stupid human!

 A rustle of leaves approaches me.

 "Go away, Nicoli," I say, wiping some tears.

 "Never," a voice says.

 I look up.

 Nicoli stands in front of me.

 He bends down and kisses me; A soft, gentle breeze on an early September morning.

 Ack! What the hay am I thinking? He's a human!

 Oh, Zelos, forget species for once! Look at Statisto and Koi. They love each other. They even have a child!

 I let go.

 "I don't want to be a horse anymore. I want to be a centaur amongst horses," I say.

 "Good," he says with a smirk, "Let's go be those centaurs."

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