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I had a dirty little secret in high school: I was a horse person.
In the burbs, this was standard. Perhaps even a status symbol. But in the city, being a rider was on the same social plane as being a drama nerd, which I happened to be too. Given these two factors, sometime around junior year, my friend Essie told me that it was a miracle that I was cool.
I am hard pressed to think of what possibly negated both horse and theater in my pedigree to make me acceptable company …