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>be anon a week later
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>go out to your bike as is routine
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>fuel, choke, helmet, gloves, killswitch to center
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>*dweee*BRRRBRPRPRPRPRPRPR
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>sit there for about 60 seconds so she warms up, and...
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>you have a blue visitor hovering behind you
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>hit the killswitch, work can wait
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>"whats up dash?"
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>"nothing..." shes trying brush off the fact she followed you out here just to stare at you
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>"you want a ride?"
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>her eyes light up
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>"yeah!"
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>aw shit, you just remembered
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>"ill take you, but i gotta get you a helmet"
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>"pfft, as if i need one, i can just fly away if we crash"
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>"youre right, theres only feathers in that head anyway"
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>marescrunch.png
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>she walked right into that one
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>"ill tell you what, lemme run by the bike store tonight and well go for a ride soon, kay?"
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>"okay!" dash beamed back, and a rainbow trail shot up into the sky
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>you swing your leg over and restart your thumper
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>its been a while since you had someone on the back of this thing, but never somepony
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>or a girl for that matter...
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>roll in about 6 that night, but still the first one home
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>well, aside from twi and rarity
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>twi's been in full moondancer mode trying to negotiate with celestia
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>your attempts to get her to open up are met with cold, administrative amicability
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>she has a job to do after all, being princess of friendship
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>raritys been getting slammed with her etsy shop since before she moved in
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>she sleeps the least out of anypony
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>AJ went to home depot not 24 hours after moving in and got picked up as a farm hand
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>according to dash shell be back on weekends as part of the deal is room and board during the week
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>also through dash is how you know what fluttershys up to
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>shes been putting in some serious hours at the animal hospital
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>being able to understand exactly what they want earned her many hats
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>pinkie, you have no idea
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>but she comes home every evening with the most gas pastries youve ever had and a saddlebag full of cash so shes doing something right
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>like right now
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>"Hi Everypony!"
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>"Hi Pinkie!"
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>"'Ello!"
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>"whatsup ponk"
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>"hi anon! i brought some guayaba pastries!"
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>theyre still hot too
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>you chow one down from the metal tin she offered
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>"where did you go today?"
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>"welllllll i went to this one street corner in the city everypony there was like in suits so no one wanted any. but then i went to this OTHER corner on the other side of the river and everypony was like *yelling and gruff* but the second they saw what i was selling it was like we were the bestest of friends!"
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>you know exactly the area shes talking about
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>"and then one of them was like '¿porquetomanelcaballonaranjoalsucampo?'" she imitated an old hispanic guys accent
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>holy shit she knows spanish?
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>"and then i was like 'THATS APPLEJACK!' so then we went insiiiiide... we got some coffeeee..."
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>last thing this mare needs is caffeine
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>"and i went to a few more spots and now im here!"
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>"well sounds like you had a productive day" you bounce your hand up and down on the top of her poofy mane, earning a few giggles
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>"whats in the box anon?" she said, stretching her head and neck toward it
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>"is it one of those hats you wear when you ride your uhh, whats it called?"
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>you pull the blocks of styrofoam out and pull your prize out of the sheath
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>rarity gasped in shock
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>did i mention she was spectating
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>"in case any of you little ponies want to hop on the back you can protect your noggins"
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>"highlighter yellow!? ugh, and what are those childish letters on the back?"
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>referring to the cartoony red, blue, and yellow letters of 'THE DOCTOR" on the back
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>"hey dont disrespect the GOAT"
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>"well alex barkov at least knows how to color coordinate"
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>she did 'hmph' and a sassy mane flick to top it off
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>but you know deep down she would be ecstatic to ride up to the stadium for a hockey game
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>dashie bursts in, full of bravado
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>"hiya dashie!" ponk waves
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>"hey pinks, hey rarity
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>"'ello dashiekins"
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>rarity knows dash hates when she calls her that
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>"you nap too long?" you ask
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>"naaah i had to push the showers down south, applejacks gonna get soaaked-whats that!?"
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>"thats the helmet i got, here" you toss her the helmet
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>"'the... doc...tor? why is it yellow?"
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>"hes a goat, and they dont like getting disrespected!" ponk loudly whispered
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>"only the fastest man on 2 wheels." you chime in
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>"so saturday night. me. you. ride." you do a hang loose between you and dash to lock it down, and cool guy walk away to your room
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>dash was starstruck, ponk was in awe, and rarity tried to hide her jealousy
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>saturday night
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>the lights from your inner-city condo make it almost as bright as the daytime
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>and youre fully suited up, jacket to boots to gloves
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>pumped for a clear-your-head ride, and for the first time in forever with a companion
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>who refused to touch the ground between the door and the bike, leaving a few rainbow loop-de-loops in her wake
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>"alright blue fast, gotta put this on before we leave"
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>"nah, i dont need it, nothing can rattle my-" dash stopped her protest realizing she was about to walk into another roast
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>you smirk and stick out the helmet to hand it to her
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>"oh. before you do..."
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>she already had it resting on her head when you whip out a small, rounded edge case
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>that got her attention
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>and open it to hand her your left airpod
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>"oooh, is this like a secret spy earpiece?"
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>"youll see" you say jamming the right one in your ear
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>youve got the aux cord tonight
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>and once you buckle your helmet, you see dash struggling to keep the bud in her left ear,
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>tilting it up like shes trying to drain water out of her eardrum
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>"hold on a sec, put your helmet on"
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>she does so, and popping her visor open you jam your hand in and set it so its wedged between the padding and her ear
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>said mare fidgeting until it got settled in nice and snug
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>"now..."
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>you start a phone call
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>"**can you hear me?**"
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>dash's eyes widened at the sudden crispness of your voice blasting in her ear
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>"pretty cool huh? now sit your flank right here"
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>you scoot forward and pat the back of your seat
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>"woooow i didnt know you had so much cool stuff!" dash vocalized into your ear
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>"its like were on a wonderbolt flying mission!" she added on, getting comfy while straddling the rear part of the bike
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>and once set, wrapping her front hooves around your sternum and compressing her torso against you
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>sending a wave of blood and electricity coursing toward your dick
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>god damn has it been that long?
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>"wow anon, your backs so like, muscle-y" dash's voice echoes in your ear, rubbing her cheek between your shoulder blades
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>would you like to run throbbingerection.exe? [yes] [yes]
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>you have been /fit/ since long before your equine friends showed up, nice to get a mire for once
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>right... the ride
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>you do your ritual, choke, killswitch center, lights, little red button
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>*dwee*BRRRRPRPRPRPRPRPR
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>the old shirtless guy on his porch is staring at you
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>you move the kickstand back and start waddling backwards
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>the mare behind you swaying back and forth to keep her balance
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>and suddenly bearhugging you again once you stop
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>give it a few revs, then a nice even throttle pull up to about 10 grand
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>couple blips, and turn around
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>"you ready dashie?"
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>your voice cut through the engine noise to her eardrum
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>she nods, the magenta in her eyes so bright they look ready to explode
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>pull her visor down, then yours, and off you go
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>all of the world zones out, nothing but the columns of hiphenated white lines stretching and leaning into the next curve
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>the meaty engine purring between your legs, the vibration carrying through the stiff forks into the handlebars
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>and in your zen state, the feeing of every molecule in your rubber tires sticking to the asphalt, right on the edge of slipping as you lean through every curve of the highway
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>as an added bonus, a nice warm, soft body pressed against your back, two bright blue hooves resting on your lap in the bottom of your peripheral vision
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>its so
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>right
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>"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" rainbows raspy cheer pierces your right eardrum
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>truly a moment of all time
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>you lean into an off ramp, and duck under a spider web of 5 other ramps
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>until you crest a hill, and the lit up city skyline emerges next to the highway
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>with your non-throttle hand you point to your left
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>silent awe is all you feel when dash turns her head and gazes off to the side
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>BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP
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>clutch and foot up...
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>brrrAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP
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>dash's grip tightens
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>and suddenly two new limbs wrap around your abdomen
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>what the fu- oh. *ohh.*
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>shes winghugging you
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>the highway rolls by in slow motion, exits 3 and 2 fly by 30 seconds apart
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>but amongst your zen, something rings in your ear
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>whimpering, a long, strained squeak of sorts
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>you immediately let off the throttle
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>and milliseconds later dash loosens her grip
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>her wings returning to her sides
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>on cue, you bank right off on the ramp for exit 1
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>and duck into the sunoco gas station right at the corner
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>you and dash being the only souls at a pump
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>mainly because its an unspoken rule that this is where the hood starts
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>you pull her visor up
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>"you okay dash?"
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>her eyes all sorts of red and wet
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>but beneath them, a huge ear to ear grin, giggles leaking out of it
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>"heheheee, yeah"
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>"you scared?"
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>"NO!" she snapped, "ok, a little..."
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>"having fun?" you ask to the buzzing pegasus, ready to pounce
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>"YEAH!-"
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>BONK
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>yeah, everyone forgets they have 5 pounds of padding and kevlar around their skulls from time to time
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>"ohmigosh you okay??"
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>shes hovering with her ass in the air as the hit to your chin startled you
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>"yeah, lol" you say, laughing to yourself, "dress for the slide not the ride"
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>"what does that mean?"
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>you restart the bike
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>"it means keeping YOU safe when shit goes south"
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>you boop a nice fresh fingerprint on the chin of her helmet
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>dash assumes her position, and off you go back onto the highway
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>you and dash string together a nice loop of highways and surface streets
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>earning some oohs and ahhs from dashie as you went past the casino, the stadium, and the old town
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>and of course above all else, whoops cheers and laughs as you wrung it out on long straight sections of highway
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>cars looking like nothing but cones to slalom around
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>dashie getting more comfortable with every pull
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>she was ready
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>but first, the bike was getting a bit light, time to fill up
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>and what better place than the wawa on the edge of the city
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>in contrast to the aesthetic buildings of downtown, this area was all cookie cutter developments and two-story housing projects amongst miles of warehouses and industry
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>meaning not a soul was out here on a saturday night
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>"woah... my legs are like, shaky" dashie points out as she roams around the pump with a visible vibration in her hooves
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>"youre gettin' your sea legs"
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>"why is this a 'wawa' anyway?"
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>"because it has you on it"
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>you point at the red bird up on the beige building
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>"all... day... breakfast... do you think they sell pancakes here?"
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>you actually think about it for a second
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>"nah, last i came it was all eggs and stuff like that"
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>dash marescrunched slightly
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>*CLUNK*
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>tikatikatikatikatikatikatikatika
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>you put the pump back, pull yourself back together, and start the bike up
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>dash is still hovering in front of the wawa sign
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>"DASHIE!"
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>she perks up and zips back to her post, sitting like an attentive student in her helmet
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>"you ready?"
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>some cute and fast nods
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>"alright, were gonna spice it up a little bit. were going into the middle of nowhere where we can go REALLY fast"
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>dash gulps under a beaming grin
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>as you immediately find the perfect song
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>"now listen closely, the beginning of this songs quiet"
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>dash is giving her full attention
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>with the volume on max, you press it with your thumb
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>"AHHHH!"
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>the first second of Them Bones sent dash shooting into the sky
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>you laughing your ass off as she returned to earth
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>and a very pranked pegasus calling you all sorts of dummy names as she play punched and shook your arm
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>once you finally caught your breath, you looked back at her
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>"you ready?"
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>bobbleheaddash.wmv
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>visor down, visor down, killswitch center, red button
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>rewind button...
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>you feel a small jolt in the body behind you, even though its now at a reasonable volume
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>couple of hooves around your abs
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>and off you go
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>iiiiiiiiiiii belieeeeeeeeeeve them booooooones are meeeeee...
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>as you ride northwest out of town, civilization thins out into collections of mobile homes and large plots of overgrown land
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>amber bulbs radiating above the trees behind the curtain of endless LED streetlights
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>after a very well advertised bend north, an endless stretch of highway with flat grasslands on one side and tall, thick brush on the other
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>you pin the throttle, and the vaccuum of air sucks at your sides
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>dashs grip tightens across your front
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>70, 80, 90...
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>she still clasps around you hard, but her breathing tells you shes a lot more used to it than before
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>you always knew she was a speed demon
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>you let off the throttle as some rhythmic flickering lights pop out in the distance
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>and in about 30 seconds, you reach your left turn
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>a whole light show of flashing ambers, reflectors, and rows of red and green traffic signals mark this seemingly monumental intersection of two roads.
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>master of puppets finishes off as you wait for two straggling cars to pass by
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>you wonder what song is gonna host the climax of this ride
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>Natural Born Killer
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>hell. yes.
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>you feel dash's head bobbing against your back
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>finding your gap, you lean yourself right and the bike left through the tight turn, and roll on the throttle
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>keep it at about 60 until you get through the left
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>and poetically during a machine gun riff, you flip to running lights, and pin the throttle
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>dash's grip tightens again on cue
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>except this time, you dont stop
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>wring all the way through 4th...
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>clutch up...
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>BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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>the winds louder than the engine
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>the engines peak RPM barely pokes above the wind noise with its redlined pitch
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>oh were not done yet
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>clutch up...
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>BRAAAPPPPSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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>almost under the wind you can hear raspy laughter
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>or you could be feeling her chest vibrating and your ears filling it in
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>all sound collects in this supernova bubble around you
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>underlined by the now muted, staticy wind noise
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>blasting between the runways of reflectors catching the moonlight and feeding you the clear path forward at an absurd speed
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>and now that your eyes are adjusted, the tapestry of stars further communicating to you every stain and pebble on the asphalt
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>tall grey trees undulating in a ribbon-like wave to your-oh, blinking yellow
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>you let off after what felt like 10 minutes in that state
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>even dash lets off loose enough you think you were standing still
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>'and im waiting, waiting for the days to pass me by'
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>can you pull it off this time?
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>'AND ALL THE PROMISES ILL FIIIIIIIIND...'
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>youve got some extra weight on the back...
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>'no hesitating, you pulled the trigger now your story's left behind'
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>dash is gonna love this... even if you gotta chase it out
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>'LIKE. MY. SOUL. YOU. WONT-'
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>clutch, crunch, THRO-TLLLLLE
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>your front wheels in the sky
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>holy fucking shit
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>feather that 1 to 2 milimeters of rear brake like its a tight rope
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>dash clamps around you like a spidermonkey
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>you cackle maniacally as you catapult your
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unicycle down the highway
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>dash is laughing too, you feel it in her chest
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>and pounding heart punching you in the shoulder blades
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>for maybe 5 seconds until the bubble forms and all is right again
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>you feel something new though
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>bap. bap. bap. bap. in a constant rhythm at your sides
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>you glance down for a split second
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>shes flapping her wings
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>humans will never know what its like to fly under their power
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>but this has to be pretty damn close
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>and the fact that you took a creature that loves nothing more than flying and speed to that exact state with your own invented device
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>one that is so extremely cute, soft and pure of soul
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>makes this an easy top 3 night of your life
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>omnomnomnomnomnomnom
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>this is her second 4-stack of strawberry pancakes
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>youre more of a waffle house guy, but it was the guest's craving
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>the feeder fetish fags got something right, who knew
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>she wipes off the sticky strawberry jam with her hoof
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>"sho... whygggsfishplashe"
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>"i cant hear a word your saying"
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>gulp
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>"so why is this place called "IPHO?" like, 'international pancake house of...'"
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>youre confused
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>"of what? you already said pancakes"
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>"no i know, but like, theres still an 'O' after it so its like 'of' what!?"
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>did she fall off and you not realize it?
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>"what has an O after it?"
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>"the SIGN! you know, the big blue thing out front, it says IPHO!"
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>you try not to laugh
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>mostly at the thought of dashie flying off and coming back unscathed because, well she can actually fly
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>"Dashie, its 'international house of pancakes' I-HOP, I..."
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>it hits you like a ton of bricks as blue fast starts to passionately spell out aye-pee-eych-oh
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>why she has such a hard time remembering what your bikes called (KTM 530 EXC)
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>why she waits for a friend to get home before opening her mail
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>and more importantly, why it took until daring do, a book which is full of pictures, to actually enjoy reading
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>....we love our dyslexic blue pegasus.
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>"uh, anon? you okay?"
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>you laugh, but its more of a blush laugh
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>"can i get you- guys... anything else?"
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>"get her another 4 stack of strawberry pancakes"
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>fucking waitors always killing the moment
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>"come here"
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>"she stretches her head full of beaming eyeballs across the table
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>and you ruffle up her helmet head even more
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>"i can tell you had a lot of fun tonight"
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>she giggles
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>"yeah... i didnt know you can go SO FRIGGING FAST in this place!"
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>"and thats not even in the air"
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>"maybe we should try that sometime, put me on your K-T-N..."
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>close enough
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>"...and try to fly with it! im sure twilight could find a way to work it"
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>"well ill tell ya one thing, it wasnt legal"
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>"pssh, rules are for chumps"
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>truly your spirit mare
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>"heres your pancakes sir"
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>she beams a grin and starts attacking plate number three
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>for about 3 bites
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>until her eyelids drop like shutters
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>sugar crash
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>YAWWWWWN
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>"im tired anon..."
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>"dont mind if i do."
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>operation: pay and get sleepy mare home is now in place
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>you cruise down the city streets, chilling in 5th gear even though youre doing 45
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>dash is more cuddling than holding onto you at this point
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>when you started, the highway was about 20% full of cars streaming in and out of downtown for saturday night festivities
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>now, you and dashie are truly alone
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>nothing but darkened houses, black storefronts, and blinking yellow lights watching over you two
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>gently guiding your bike to its bed in your condo block
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>the stray cats politely clearing your path as you turn the last corner in the parking lot
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>must be late, all 5 are out sleeping on the asphalt
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>and once in the lines, you nudge that kill switch, and bask in the rare total silence of the night
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>the limp blue body still wrapped around your abs, rhythmically rising and falling below the highlighter yellow helmet
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>"knock knock, anyone home?"
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>the helmet taps woke her up and snapped her right to attention
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>you pull her visor up
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>"end of the line, was that a ride?"
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>she nods her head
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>and you both go inside, careful not to wake any of the eeping mares
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>you catch a glance of the clock
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>3:51
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>wow, beat your last record by a 28 minutes
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>well, counting a stop or two
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>tomorrows sunday, but applejacks gonna be up in 2 hours anyways
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>still plenty time to shower and doze off
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>dash has it easy, already curled up opposite her fellow pegasus
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>helmet beside her on the coffee table, ready at a moments notice to ride again
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>you did your job
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