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Pavlovian trains for the 2026 Kentucky Derby

But no pressure at all, only if one of these prompts inspire you! 😊

Thank you my lovely friend! I have been attempting to go in order so I have already worked some on day 9; here is a bit:

“You can come back inside once you learn some fucking manners.” The click of the deadbolt turning was deafening in the quiet night. Jamie hadn’t meant to talk back. He hadn’t even really done that; he just scoffed when Dad commented on him not scoring, as if he could’ve done any better. His cheek was still burned from the slap, but the cold air offered some small relief after the oppressing heat of Dad’s flat and its radiator with the broken dial.  Still, Jamie wished Dad had given him his coat or, at the very least, his shoes before he shoved him outside into the cold January night. His palms stung as he picked the gravel out of them and rubbed them together to try and keep warm. It had only been a few minutes, but alternating rubbing his hands together and up and down his bare arms was no match for low single-digit temperatures. Bouncing from socked foot to socked foot to try and keep the cold pavement from seeping through him, he counted in his head as a distraction.