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1 
I gave her the best shoes, the best meals, trained her under the clearest skies, and yet… she lost.
She stumbled on the final corner, and I stumbled as a trainer, no, as a human being.
How do I look her in the eyes after this? Those bright, hopeful eyes that once sparkled with dreams of victory… now clouded with tears.
“I’ll win next time, Trainer!” she said, forcing a smile through her trembling lips — but I knew it was for my sake.
I wasn’t just training a racer. I was nurturing a dream. And I crushed it with my incompetence.
I picked the wrong races. I misjudged her stats. I overtrained when she needed rest.
I failed to notice she was tired.
I failed to see she needed a break.
I failed… her.
If you're reading this… cherish your horsegirl. Don’t make the same mistakes I did.
Because sometimes, it's not the race you lose —
It’s her trust.