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One day, I came home from school and found my dad in the barn with one of the horses. The horse was shaking and foaming at the mouth. I asked my dad what was wrong with the horse, and he told me that he had just given it a shot of meth. I didn't understand what that meant, but I could see the horse was in pain.
I begged my dad to stop, but he didn't listen. He said that the horse needed it to run faster. I didn't want to see the horse suffer, so I ran away. I didn't stop running until I got to the police station. I told the officer what was happening at the farm and he went to investigate.
My dad was arrested and the horse farm was shut down. I never saw my dad again, but I often think about the horses and what happened to them. I hope that they found homes where they were loved and cared for.
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