Richard awoke to find a horse in the living room of his sixth-floor apartment. He closed his eyes, rubbed them and opened them again, but the horse was still there: A hulking, white beast with brown spots and blond mane, absently lifting one foot, then another. Richard couldn’t get to his phone as it was on the other side of the living room which was now filled with this horse, this inexplicable, random horse. “How did he get in here?” Richard wondered aloud. “I took the stairs,” the horse said. “The elevator’s broken.”

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