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>That’s another bust.
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>You look down at the list, only one name left.
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“That just leaves...Cherry Berry?”
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>You shrug, these ponies and their names.
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>Unfortunately you can’t shake this growing pit in your stomach.
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>Twilight was right, everyone of the ponies you have talked to thus far have more or less said the same thing.
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>There are far easier ways to fly that don’t involve magic, so why bother?
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“There has to be a way, I mean they have magic for fucks sake. Transform an object into something else, easy. Conjure a door out of thin air, piece of cake. Move a fucking celestial body...Actually only two can do that, but that’s not the point.”
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>Shaking your head, you grit your teeth as you reach the outskirts of Ponyville, hopefully you won’t have to reach out to other towns to find out.
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>Not sure what time it is either, so you try to hurry along.
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>You arrive at a smaller pony house and can see a hanger out back.
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>Looking at the note and back up at the home, you pause.
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“Let’s hope this isn’t for nothing.”
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>You sigh and reach the front door to find a bell to ring.
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“Well that’s different.”
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>You pull it a few times and wait as the final ring goes out.
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>Don’t let yourself get stressed over this, it’s not like you didn’t try.
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>Just more of a pain in the ass than you thought it would be.
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>The door opens up, and a pink coated mare with a blonde mane steps out with a neutral expression on her face.
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>”Can I help you with something?”
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>Upon further inspection, you can see she has bags under her eyes and a pair of cherries for a cutiemark.
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“Yeah, I’m assuming you’re Cherry Berry? I’m Anon.”
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>She yawns and nods.
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>”I already heard about you, and just call me Cherry.”
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>Alright, she doesn’t seem like she really wants to talk, but that’s fine.
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“Do you happen to know a way to make a pony fly?”
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>She raises an eyebrow.
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>”Well I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I fly ponies and rent out my vehicles. If that’s what you’re after we can step inside and discuss business.”
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>You shake your head.
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“I mean, making them fly with wings, like a pegasus does.”
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>Cherry frowns and glares at you.
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>”Is this some kind of prank? Oh haha, make fun of Cherry just because she likes flying and is a dumb earth pony.”
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>Guess Addie isn’t alone in those thoughts.
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>You raise your hands up and attempt to calm her.
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“No, I’m serious.”
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>She doesn’t let go of her glare.
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>”Did the Royal Magical Society send you then? Still want to take my designs?”
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>What the fuck is this conspiracy bullshit?
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>As you lower your hands you feel your own anger start to come on.
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“No for fucks sake, I came here to help out a friend, not steal shit.”
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>You stand your ground and keep up this staring contest for a bit.
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>Finally, she relaxes and her expression softens.
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>”Sorry about that, can’t blame me for being suspicious. Follow me.”
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>You nod and follow her inside the house and see there is a desk in the living room with filing cabinets. There is also paper work on the desk and a couple of chairs in front. Looks like she doesn’t actually relax in here.
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>She leads you into a back room that has a drawing table and a various prototype flying devices lying around.
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>Cherry turns to face you and waves her leg around the room.
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>”Don’t mind the mess, but I’ve been working on this stuff for years.”
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>You nod and feel some hope at last.
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“Pretty impressive, I’ve tried talking to different ponies across town about this, but none were helpful.”
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>She lets out a yawn, picks up a cup from the drawing table and takes a quick drink.
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>”Yeah that’s no surprise. Probably thought you were crazy as well.”
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>Setting the cup down, she continues.
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>”As you can see, I’ve tried many designs, but I’ve mostly managed gliders of some kind. Trying to fly without magic is nearly impossible.”
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>Your hope rises.
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“Alright, well what holds you back from being possible?”
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>Cherry looks at you like you grew a second head before shaking her head.
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>”In short, the laws of aerodynamics and magic. It’d help if I could find a unicorn who could help.”
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“Hold on, I thought there was no spell that could work, except for the wings spell that Twilight told me.”
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>Her eyes widen.
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>”Wait wait! You’re telling me there is a spell for that?!”
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>You shrug and try to avoid explaining.
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“Well, kinda? She told me they are fragile and the spell is hard to cast or something like that.”
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>She slumps and her voice drops a little.
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>”Well that figures...”
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“Got any other ideas though?”
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>She takes another drink and rubs her chin.
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>”If a unicorn specializes in certain fields of enchantments, yeah. At least some kind of spell to help deal with the wings. That would probably make this so much easier.”
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“Sounds easy enough.”
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>Before you continue she shakes her head quickly.
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>”No it isn’t. Unicorns magic is tied to their cutiemark, so that’s highly unlikely. Especially with so many unicorns in this world.”
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>Smiling, you do know of one that might make this easier.
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“Twilight told me her talent is tied to magic, so why don’t we ask her?”
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>She opens her mouth and closes it several times before facehoofing
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>”I-I never thought about that, but why would she help us?”
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“I’ll handle that, but in the meantime.”
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>You have a feeling it’s getting late.
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“Do you have the time.”
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>Cherry points to a nearby clock, and it says after one.
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>Shit.
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“We’ll talk later I got to get going.”
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>Quickly, you start to run in hopes of not being late.
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>You hear her call out to you as you’re running.
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>”Yeah sure, hash out the details and all that!”
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>You just finished cleaning up and see that Anon isn’t here yet.
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“...Maybe he forgot...”
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>Doubtful, he hasn’t been late yet.
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>Letting out a long sigh, you head over to your easel and start to set up for another sketch.
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“...Or he realized how terrible I am...”
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>Of course you let him get your hopes up.
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>Not like this is the first time you’ve let another in and got hurt.
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>As you pick up your pencil you let your eyes wander around to sketch something.
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>The bookshelf will do fine.
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>Just before you start, you hear knocking causing you jump and drop your pencil.
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“...A-Anon..?”
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>Shaking out of your stupor, you go unlock the door and open it.
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>Anon is hunched over, breathing heavy.
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>He raises a hand up and tries to catch his breath.
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>”One sec.”
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>As you wait, you feel some relief.
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>He talks in-between breaths.
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>”Alright, sorry about that. I let myself get caught up in some random business, but I’m here now.”
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“...It-it’s okay...Come in...”
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>He heads over to the middle of the room still breathing heavy.
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>You head over to your easel and open up a folder for a particular picture.
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>As you turn to face him, you feel your heart race and you start to shake.
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>”Is everything alright? You’re shaking.”
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>You say nothing and approach him.
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>Slowly you reveal the picture and feel the courage to speak.
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“...I-I drew us...”
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>His eyes widen and he stares at the picture with a shocked expression.
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>He doesn’t say any at first, worrying you.
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>Does he like it, does he hate it?
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>Maybe you’re overdoing this?
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>Finally, he give you a large smile and starts to talk.
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>”This is beautiful Addie.”
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>Those words nearly floor you and cause your cheeks to burn.
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>You turn your head away and try to hide the tears of joy.
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>He really likes it, he really does!
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>He continues on.
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>”The colors are wonderful and I think you captured us really well.”
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>Your shaking returns and you squeeze your eyes shut.
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>”Are you crying?”
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>You nod and say nothing, you don’t want him to see you like this.
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>It’s getting harder to not sob.
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>Suddenly, you feel him place his hand on your wither.
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>Your body jolts from the unexpected touch.
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>You’ve been starved of any form of affection, just this simple touch sends you over the edge.
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>Can’t stop the torrent of tears freed, nor the burning in your face.
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>Over your crying you hear him try to soothe you.
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>”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean you to make you cry. How about we try to forget this and just go back to drawing?”
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>No, you won’t have that.
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>You struggle, but finally manage to let some words escape.
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“...I-I’m not s-sad...They-they’re tears of j-joy...”
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>As you continue to cry, he stays quiet for a moment.
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>You finally turn your head and look to his face through blurry eyes.
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>That smile, it makes you feel something, you’re not sure what.
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>You don’t want it to stop though.
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>”Didn’t expect to make you so happy Addie, but I’m glad to see you smile.”
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>He sets down the picture, and keeps trying to soothe you.
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>The minutes pass and before long, you stop crying and feel drained, but still happy.
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“...I-I needed that...Than-thank you...Anon...”
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>He nods and looks over at the clock, you quickly look as well.
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>It’s getting later and you didn’t even draw him today.
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“...I’m sorry...I shouldn’t lost control...Now you have to leave...R-right..?”
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>Anon looks back to you.
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>”I can stay a little while longer, if you want.”
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>You nod slowly.
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>Sure you want to sketch, but a yawn signals your exhaustion.
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“...Can we just look at some pictures..?”
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>”Sure, I’d like that.”
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>You grab a nearby book from the shelf and sit with him on the couch.
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>As you show him the various landscapes in the book, you feel more tired.
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>Normally you wouldn’t so exhausted, but crying seemed to take a lot out of you.
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>Before long, you can barely stay awake.
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“...I-I’m sorry...I’m really tired...”
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>”It’s alright Addie, we can pick this up tomorrow.”
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>You nod and he gets up.
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>As he is about to leave, he stops and turns back to you.
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>”If you like, we can just talk tomorrow.”
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>You give a weak smile and yawn before nodding.
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“...Yeah...Sure...”
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>”Goodnight Addie.”
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“...Goodnight Anon...”
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>As the door shuts, the warmth inside of you stays strong.
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>You go to prepare for bed, and along the way your thoughts stray.
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“...What is this feeling..?...Is this what real friendship is like..?”
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>You’re not certain yet, but you hope soon you will know.
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