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  "path": "/the-carousel-cowboy/",
  "publishedAt": "2026-05-01T04:00:00.000Z",
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    "100 Word Story: The First Friday of Each Month",
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  "textContent": "I don't ride horses. I don't like people on my back; I figure they feel\n\nthe same. I ride carousel horses. Ride them likea pro.\n\nI lift my hat to the ladies waiting for their cowboys, and if I see a bad guy, I don't shoot. I capture.\n\nI don't ride on weekends. I leave those for the youngsters.\n\nOnce, a short, fat man of unbearable weight injured a horse. The horse's legs broke under its body. It could not be saved.\n\nThe short, fat man was inconsolable.\n\nWith one shot, the vet put him out of his misery.\n\nThe post The Carousel Cowboy appeared first on NYCTastemakers.",
  "title": "The Carousel Cowboy"
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