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Driving near the outskirts of Waco, the girls and I came across a black, wooden, three-paneled fence that stretched for at least two miles.  In the middle was a stately gate guarding the entrance.  Beyond, a lavish equestrian facility with multiple pastures and sheds.  The house was past our field of sight but I know anything with that kind of gate has gotta be awesome.

I want one.  Please.

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