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>You’re flying high above, this time you’re over Canterlot.
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>It’s a little chilly, but you don’t mind.
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>You control a slow descent down towards the ground.
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>As you approach, you can see many ponies below.
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>However, a lone figure catches your eye.
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>It’s Anon.
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>Most of the ponies are going about their day, some see you, but don’t pay attention.
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>They’re all faceless blurs, but not Anon.
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>He is watching you and waving.
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>Landing nearby in a park, you can see Anon approaching you quickly.
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>You wave to him and smile.
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“Hey Anon!”
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>Before he reaches you, a sea of faceless ponies start to come from no where.
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>They quickly crowd you and him, pushing each other away.
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>He tries to call out, but no words come out.
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“Anon!”
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>The crowd tries to push you along, but you launch into the air.
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>You can see him being pushed further and further away.
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“NO!”
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>Mustering all your strength, you shoot forth.
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>Just as you reach him you run into a barrier and awaken.
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>You’re face first on the floor and let out a small groan.
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>Slowly, you pick yourself up.
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“...T-that’s never happened before...”
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>Pulling the blankets off of you, you remake your bed.
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“...I’m always alone in my dreams...So that’s a first...”
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>Your muzzle hurts a little, and you head off to do your morning routine.
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>All the while, your thoughts are distracting you.
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>It’s getting harder to keep steady on your warm up.
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“...Why can’t I f-focus..?”
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>You already know why, there is no point in asking that.
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>Setting down your pencil, you look over at the drawing you showed Anon yesterday.
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“...It’s because I opened up to him...Is-isn’t it..?”
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>Of course that’s the case, but that doesn’t stop you from thinking about it.
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>This past week has been the closest you’ve been to another.
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>Probably the closest you’ve been to another ever in your life.
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“...D-doesn’t matter...I-I need to focus...”
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>You try to shove aside the thoughts for now and focus on warming up before Anon shows up.
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>It’s difficult, but you manage to make a half decent attempt.
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>Looking it over, you try to reassure yourself.
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“...It’s just temporary...I can get through this...”
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>Picking back up your pencil, you free draw.
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>It’s not something you do often, but it helps to get thoughts out of your head.
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>They’re barely doodles in your opinion, nothing like the sketches you usually do.
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>As you finish nearly covering the page, you pause to look them over.
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“...Mostly of me...And Anon...”
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>Are you in love with him?
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>No, can’t be, can it?
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>You’ve barely known him a week, so it must be something else, right?
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>…
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>Yeah, it must be what having a friend is really like.
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>You haven’t had one since you were a filly.
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>Then again, you never felt like this around another pony.
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>Letting out a small groan of frustration, you step away from the canvas.
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“...I can’t...I can’t let this get to me...”
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>Your thoughts are just messing with you.
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>Stupid filly, what makes you think that he sees you that way?
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>No pony just falls in love like that.
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>Rather than dwell on these thoughts further, you go grab another cup of coffee.
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“...J-just need to concentrate is all...”
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>Taking a sip, the black nectar refuels your focus again.
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>You remove the doodles and crumple them up.
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“...Don-don’t focus on tho-those...Just f-focus on the sk-ketch...”
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>As you toss them into a pile near the trash, you set up a fresh sheet.
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>Opting to sketch your coffee cup, you get to work.
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>It comes together fairly well, and in the end, it resembles the real thing.
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>Or least an acceptable version of it.
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>Your eyes dart between the two and can’t really find errors.
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“...Fair enough...”
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>Setting the picture on the small pile, you start another drawing.
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>This time of Canterlot.
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>The mountain slowly forms, and the adjourning hills eventually as well.
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>However, the hard part approaches fast.
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>The city itself.
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>Can’t make it too big, nor too small.
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>In truth, you’ve never been there, but the pictures you’ve seen spoke to you enough.
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>It forms easily, mostly because of basic shapes.
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>You erase and add in the harder details as you go along.
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>Like the landscape or the various buildings throughout the city.
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>You don’t stop there though, you add in clouds and the sun itself.
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>Even add in a few ponies that fly about.
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>Finishing up the drawing, you pull back and look at your work.
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>As you examine it, you can’t find imperfections for once.
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“...It c-can’t be...Can it..?”
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>An actually good picture, just like the one of Anon the other day.
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>A small bit of glee fills you.
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“...I-I did it...Something actually g-good...”
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>Picking the picture, you set in with the other small stack of pictures.
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>Looking around for something else to sketch, you see the clock.
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“...I’ll draw that...The sh-shifting hands should give me a challenge...”
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>Without missing a beat, you let your skills guide your pencil.
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>It’s a simple shape sure, but that doesn’t matter.
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>Adding the last touches, namely shading, takes a bit more time than you thought.
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>You look it over at the clock again, but notice something.
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“...Anon is late...Again...”
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>You remember what he said yesterday though.
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“...I have no reason to worry...Wo-wouldn’t surprise me if Pinkie is bothering him...”
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>There were numerous times in the past she would beg you to come to a party.
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>You’ve tried it before, and each time, you left.
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>You don’t enjoy parties like she does, nor do you enjoy being around large groups.
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>Quick flashes of memories hit you.
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>Like when foals made fun of your appearance or your drawings.
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>You shake your head to forget.
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“...Where is Anon..?”
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>Shit shit shit shit.
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>You’re Anon and you’re late.
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>Setting everything up with those two took way more time than necessary.
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>Didn’t help that you had to agree to answer more of Twilight’s insane questions about earth to get her to come over to Cherry’s.
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>Then you and Cherry had to convince her of the potential this project has.
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>She wasn’t impressed, and kept pointing out the various flaws.
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>You mostly ignored the technobabble, you know butt fuck nothing of how magic works.
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>In the end they started to discuss spells, namely enchantments.
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>However, as the two talked it out, you noticed the time and booked it.
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>Running like a fucking Kenyan now.
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>Your burning lungs are a reminder to never skip cardio, seriously.
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>As you finally reach Addie’s home, you’re breathing hard.
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“...Fucks...Sake...”
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>Note to self, go on more runs.
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>Slowly you catch your breath and head to the front door to knock.
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>Like many times before, you can hear Addie undoing the multiple locks.
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>Still not sure why she does that, need to find out.
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>The door slowly opens and you see Addie, though she looks a little rough.
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“Sorry I’m late, had to answer some questions Twilight had.”
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>Not entirely a lie, but can’t ruin that surprise still.
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>She nods slowly and turns around.
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>As you go inside and close the door, you see she is standing at her easel.
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>Her eyes are darting around again and she is quiet.
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>Odd, she must’ve forgotten what she said yesterday, you’ll ask anyways.
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“Do you want to talk or draw?”
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>Addie mumbles something out and shifts a little.
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“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
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>She sighs and picks up a book before heading over to the couch.
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>Talking it is.
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>You join her and note how she is lightly shaking.
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>Strange, she wasn’t like this the other day.
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“So what’s this book about?”
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>”...Um...It-it’s on Canterlot...”
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>Never been there, though you’ve seen it from a distance.
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>She opens the book up and shows you the various pictures.
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>Most are illustrations, and a few are very low quality photographs.
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>Not surprising, Equestria is really far behind in technology.
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>Then again, they have magic, so that tech is kinda moot.
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>”...I was...I flew overhead there in my dreams...”
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“Oh, sounds nice. Never flown to be honest.”
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>She nods and blinks slowly.
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>Her eyes shift to yours and she continues.
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>”...Y-you were there too...”
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>Unexpected, but okay.
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“Cool, what was I doing there?”
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>”...You waved to me...So I went to greet you...But a swarm of faceless p-ponies pulled you away...”
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>While you don’t know much about dreams, that’s probably a sign or something.
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“Was it a nightmare then?”
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>Addie shakes her head.
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>”...N-no...I was flying normally...Only woke up because...I rolled off the bed and landed face flat...onto the floor...”
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>You cringe a little, face plants are never good.
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>She is quiet now, and it starts to become an awkward silence.
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>You’re about to break it when she gets up and heads over to one of her stacks of pictures.
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>Addie grabs one and brings it over to you.
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“Wow.”
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>”...It’s Canterlot...”
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>Yeah, you can see that.
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>Usually can see it on a good day, but like this?
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>This is something else.
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“It’s really good Addie, did you draw this earlier?”
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>She nods and rubs one leg over the other.
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>”...Sometimes...I draw an image from the top of my head...”
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>Something stands out though in the image, and you point to it.
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“That’s you, isn’t it?”
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>Her eyebrows furrow and her eyes follow your finger to the lone pegasus with the most detail.
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>Slowly, her eyes widen.
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>”...I-I don’t...When did I do that..?”
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“Must’ve been subconscious. Heard of that happening before with artists.”
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>Her voice quivers and she starts to shake again.
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>”...Have I...Do I do that in all my sketches..?”
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>Thankfully, you’ve seen enough of them to calm her fears.
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“From what pictures you have shown me, no.”
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>Your words seem to calm her down slowly.
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“This isn’t really a bad thing Addie.”
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>”...How...How do you figure..?”
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>You shrug and hand back the picture.
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“I was told once the best works of art have a bit of their artist in them.”
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>Addie stares at the picture and says nothing.
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>It’s starting to get later, and you intend to fix your lateness starting tomorrow.
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>You stand up and stretch, a few joints popping in response.
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>Addie sets the picture back and stands over by easel.
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>Got to figure out what’s going on her with still.
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“I’m going to head home, take care Addie.”
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>”...Y-you too...Anon...”
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>The walk home is drowned out by random thoughts.
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>Still, why are you doing this for someone you barely know?
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>Probably because you’re lonely.
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>Not like you’re in love with her, right?
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>…
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>It would be taking advantage of her, and besides, you’re the only support she has.
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>It’s not like she would even like you back since you’re different species.
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>Shaking your head, you continue forth with your mission in mind.
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>Help Addie fly.
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