The line at the window was hellishly long, so Jack and I killed the time talking about horses.
“Wanna know how to pick ‘em?” he asked “It’s not in their legs. That’s a rookie mistake.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yup.”
“Then where is it?”
He leaned forward, his breath wreaking of bourbon, and whispered “It’s in their eyes, kid. That’s how you know they’re fast…it’s in their EYES.”
At the window, he pulled out a wad of cash and tossed it on the counter. “Put it all on Heartache to win”
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The hopeless romantic, determined to see spirit, love, and Heartache prevail, regardless of what common sense seems to say.
'hellishly' and 'killed the time' stuck out to me as harsher words than the rest of the story. Was that on purpose?