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> Ponyville has a new god
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> Well, technically he's a human
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> But clearly, Anon is a heavenly being sent to bless the lives of ponies
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> He's so elegant and demure
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> Communicating effortlessly and without words
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> Baby foals smile as he walks by
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> Even the cattiest of stallions is in awe of Anon
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> Mares swear secret oaths in service to him
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> Be Anon
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> You thought it would be different here, but no
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> You are still too shy to talk to anyone outside of faintly mumbled pleasantries
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> Luckily you can usually get by with gestures, so it's not like you are helpless
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> You just wish you could makes some friends for once
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> The ponies here are really skittish, and are always watching you and muttering among themselves
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> It makes it kind of difficult to approach anyone
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> You stand outside Sugarcube Corner, wavering
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> You really do want something sweet, but it's so full of ponies, and Pinkie Pie always makes a scene when she sees you around
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> Just the thought walking into that den of overstimulation makes you shudder
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> You feel a pony tap your arm with a wing
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> You look down to see a yellow mare you think is Fluttershy
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> "Um, Anonymous? Can I buy you something from the sugarcube Corner?"
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> She understands!
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> You feel a thrill of hope, and try to compose a suitable reply
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> ...
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> Thanks for- no,
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> A bavarian cr- wait, do they even have Bavaria here?
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> For that matter, where is Bavaria in the first place?
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> Oh no, you got lost in your thoughts, no doubt this mare is getting impatient with you, you should apologize
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> You glance at her face, but she actually seems content to wait
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> She just gives you a small, encouraging smile
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> Okay, keep it simple
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"Yes."
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> Nailed it!
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> The mare nods pleasantly
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> "What should I get for you?"
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> ...how do you say this?
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"A don-"
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> Wait,
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"Like pudding, but-"
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> You are bad at this
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"With chocolate frosting."
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> You bury your face in your hands
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> This is why you don't talk to people
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> "I understand. I'll just be back in a little bit with your bovarian creme."
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> You watch the pegasus trot into the bakery, and feel a little better about things
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> Be Fluttershy
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> You knew the town beauty was quiet, but it wasn't until you gathered up the courage to talk to him that you realized why
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> He reminds you a lot of how you were when you were younger
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> At once, all the little things like avoiding crowds, or why he just stares at mares who try to hit on him, it all makes sense
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> You resolve to help him make friends, and to help him grow like you did
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> Be Pinkie Pie
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> You can feel something in your tuft as you get Fluttershy's bovarian creme
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> This isn't like her, she usually buys blueberry glazed donuts
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> Nevertheless, you are a professional
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"Here you go! Bovarian creme for the team!"
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> Fluttershy smiles and hoofs over the bits
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> You watch her as she goes to a tab-
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> No, she's going outside
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> But she always eats her donuts at a table?!
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> You put a cardboard cutout of yourself behind the counter and sneak off to see what's up
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> You peek out from behind the doorframe to see Fluttershy waltz right up to Adonymous
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> He smiles at her and takes the bovarian cream with a dignified nod
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> Lucky mare
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> Then he starts nibbling on it, licking the creamy filling from time to time
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> You blush, unable to look away from the lewd sight
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> Poor Fluttershy is getting a huge wingboner right there in the street
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> Be Anon, licking the last remnants of the donut from your fingers
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> Abruptly you realize that Fluttershy has been waiting this entire time, watching you eat
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> Her face is red, probably from being out in the summer sun for so long
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> You have to help her!
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> Not to mention paying her back for the donut
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> You look around, seeing only busy shops
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> Well, your house isn't far from here, you can get her some water there
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> You take a deep breath
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"Let's, out of sun, um."
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> Come on Anon, you can do it!
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"My home. Enter."
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> You gaze at her face, silently willing her to do the impossible
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> Fluttershy blinks, then smiles at you
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> "It is a little hot out, I would love to go to your home."
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> Is she a genius?
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> How can she understand you so perfectly?
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> With a burgeoning hope rising in your heart, you lead her to your house
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> Be Fluttershy, sitting in Anonymous' living room
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> It's very neat, if a little larger than you are used to
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> Even if you tried, you don't think you could take up more than two cushions of his couch
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> He strides back into the room with a tall glass of water, his natural grace keeping the water from even rippling
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> It's a little mesmerizing watching those long legs move
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> Anonymous sets the glass on the coffee table in front of you, and retreats to the recliner opposite you
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> You nod pleasantly at him
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"Thank you."
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> He nods back, a bit jerkily
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> Is he nervous?
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> You take a deep drought of the water, savoring the way the coolness spreads throughout your body
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> You set the glass on the coffee table, and tilt your head at him
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"You don't have to wait for me, you should get a drink too."
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> He shakes his head
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> "M'fine."
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> His lips compress, then part ever so slightly, then close tightly again
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> "Kitchen, before."
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> He must have had a quick drink then, you suppose
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> You aren't really sure how to continue, but sometimes you just have to say things
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"Do you...find it scary, talking to ponies?"
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> You smile at him encouragingly
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> He looks down at his hands
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> "Yes, its-"
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> He starts breathing deeply, lips twisting and trembling
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> Your heart sinks, if only you could wrap him in your wings and take away his troubles, but that might just make things worse
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"If it's too hard to say, maybe you could write it down?"
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> He looks you in the eyes, startled
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> Then he rushes off up the stairs
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> ...
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> Hopefully he's just getting some paper, and not hiding from you
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> You wait on the couch, each minute passing by making you wonder if you should leave so he can come back down
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> Then he comes down the stairs with an armful of paper sheets, and hands one to you
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> [I've never been good at making friends, and it only got worse as I got older. I don't know how to meet people, or how to make conversations. I just stand on the edge of the crowd, afraid. What if they think I'm rude? I know I look weird, and I don't want to make people uncomfortable by trying to make them interact with me. I don't want to make people talk with me while they want me to leave. I know they say things about me, I can see them whisper while they look at me. So I try to stay inside as much as possible, which just makes it harder to go outside and face people.]
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> [I just want to have some friends, but I think it's impossible for me, now.]
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> You blink rapidly, to keep from crying
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> This poor colt
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> This poor, poor colt
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> You notice a pen on the table, and pick it up
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> You suppose you could just say this, but you think he would accept it better as words on a page
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> You write your message below his
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[I can be your friend, and help you make more friends.]
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> You push the paper towards him
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> He picks it up and reads, his eyes widening
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> Anonymous looks at you, then the paper, then you again
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> You smile and nod encouragingly
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> He sets the paper down with shaking hands and writes back
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> [Thank you, thank you so much!]
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> You warmth blooms in your chest, and you start to compose your next message
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> Be Anon, leaning against your front door
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> It's late in the afternoon, the orange light of the sunset filtering in through the windows
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> Your new friend...!
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> Your new friend Fluttershy is walking home now, after hours of passing notes
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> The coffee table is littered with pages of small talk, of likes and dislikes, of hobbies and doodles
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> You collect them in a rough chronological order, and sit in your chair
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> You look down at the first page
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> [I can be your friend, and help you make more friends.]
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> You read that sentence again and again until everything becomes blurry
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> You lean back, letting the tears fall down your face
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> You won't always be alone
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> You clutch the papers to your chest as you sob in happiness
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> You finally have a friend
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