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>Adrenaline pumps through your body as the next song starts up.
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>You start hopping in place to the melody, wings fluttering with each hop.
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>’Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go! I wanna be sedated!’
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>”Spitfire.”
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>’Nothin’ to do, nowhere to go! I wanna be sedated!’
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>”Spitfire?”
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>’Just get me to the airport, put me on a pla-’
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>Your headphones are yanked off just as you’re reaching the best part.
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>”Spitfire!”
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“Oi what gives?!”
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>You spin around to see Anon staring at you with a look of disapproval.
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“Oh… hey there! Didn’t hear you come in.”
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>His look morphs into a scowl as he continues to stare at you with your headphones in hand.
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>”That’s because you had your music up too loud, so you didn’t hear me knocking.”
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>You return a sheepish smile, shrugging.
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“Yeah sorry about that, but hey! That’s how you really get into it mate! You should know that’s how I roll.”
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>He sighs, shaking his head before handing back your headphones.
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>You pause the music, giving him your full attention.
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“So what did you wanna talk about?”
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>”Just got a call from my boss and they need me at work.”
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“You serious? That’s such horse shit! It’s freaking Christmas Eve for crying out loud!”
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>”Yeah I know it’s bull, but they’re short on help and are being overwhelmed with last minute orders. I can’t really say no.”
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“Uh yeah you can, it’s as easy as saying ‘no’, see?”
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>He rolls his eyes.
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>”I wish it were that easy, but I can’t. The overtime will help paying off your fine.”
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>You say nothing, remembering briefly the various crimes you did.
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>So what if you got into trouble with the law a few times?
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>…
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>Okay maybe it wasn’t a few times, but you certainly didn’t intend to get caught last time!
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>How were you supposed to know that it was the police station that you were tagging.
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>Well… the police cars should’ve been a dead give away.
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>Though to be fair, you thought it was a doughnut shop.
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>After all, that’s were all the cops go to eat and hangout.
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>It still sours you how you didn’t notice the darn security cameras.
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>Ah buck it, no point in thinking about that garbage now.
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>You notice Anon is talking, so you focus back on him and catch the end of whatever he is saying.
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>”-ready for work, so stay out of trouble.”
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>You wave your hoof.
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“Don’t worry about it.”
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>He shakes his head.
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>”Promise me.”
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>Sitting on your haunches and bringing your fore hooves together in a prayer, you try to mimic your best innocent face.
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“I’ll be an angel, I promise.”
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>He raises a brow, folding his arms in front of him.
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>Figures he wouldn’t buy that.
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“I swear! I’m not gonna get into trouble today Anon.”
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>Smiling, he nods slowly.
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>”Just want to make sure, you seem to have a knack of finding trouble.”
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>Puffing out your chest as you stand, you run a hoof through your mane.
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“Trouble finds me mate. It’s not my fault I’m so popular.”
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>He laughs and ruffles your mane.
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>”That’s one way of putting it.”
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>You jump back, cheeks burning from embarrassment.
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“Oi knock if off ya wanker!”
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>”You like it and you know it.”
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“Nuh uh!”
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>”I enjoy riling you up, it’s always fun.”
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>Rolling your eyes, you fire back.
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“Whatever gets your jollies off.”
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>Laughing again, he starts to make his way out of your room, stopping at the door.
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>”I’ll grab dinner on the way home, probably some fast food or something.”
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“Sweet. But uh hey Anon?”
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>”Yeah?”
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“Good luck at work, knock some skulls if ya have to.”
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>”Heh thanks, I’ll try not to.”
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“You never know.”
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>Smirking as he leaves, you put back on your tunes and start dancing again.
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>’California sun has sunk! Behind the Anaheim hills, comes the night!’
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>Aw yeah, love some Rancid!
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>Adrenaline once again energizes you, fueling your movements.
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>As you’re rocking out, some thoughts come to mind.
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>Sucks that Anon had to go in today, you were hoping two could play some more Tony Hawk’s Skater.
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>Game is really addicting and far more fun to smack talk one another as you two play.
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>Not much you can do about this though.
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>Honestly, he’s the coolest guy you know.
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>Well the only one that you actually hang out with.
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>He took you in from the streets when no one else would.
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>Everyone told him not to help you, but he did.
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>The more you think about it, the more you feel yourself losing that energy you had.
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>What have you done for him really?
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>You really don’t pull your weight around here.
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>You do try to keep the apartment clean, not like that’s difficult though.
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>But you did get a job!
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>Had a job, more like multiple jobs. Been fired for one reason or another each time.
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>Not like you didn’t try stay employed.
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>You’re not feeling this music as much anymore.
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>In its place, you’re starting to feel angry.
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>Angry at yourself.
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“I gotta make it up to him somehow.”
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>Pulling off your headphones and stopping your tunes, you try to come up with an idea.
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>Not much comes to mind. What can you really do?
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>Wracking your brain, you let a groan of frustration.
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>There really isn’t anything, is there?
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>The snow lightly falls outside your window and with it, a spark of inspiration finally comes.
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“That’s it!”
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>You’ll decorate the apartment and surprise him with a gift. He’ll never see it coming!
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>It’s a totally flawless plan.
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>Aw yeah!
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>You leave your room and start searching for decorations.
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>Though as you dig through boxes you come to a pretty crappy realization.
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>There are no decorations to speak of.
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>Then again, you guys don’t really go all out on celebrations.
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“Well crap.”
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>Could try to make some with what you got lying around.
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>They’ll probably lack that Christmas look though.
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>Well that only leaves one thing left.
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>Gotta go out and buy some decorations.
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>Hopefully some stores are still stocked with what you’re looking for.
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>You return back to your room, rooting around your things for cash.
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“Nope. Nope. Er nope.”
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>This room is a disaster, probably should clean it sometime.
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>Wait a second.
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“Where’d that come from?”
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>Likely from Anon pestering you to clean this place up, that’s gotta be it.
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>Focusing back to the task, you continue searching and find your dosh finally.
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“Aha! There you are.”
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>You empty out the bag and start counting.
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>Unfortunately there isn’t as much left as you’d hope.
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>About twenty dollars or so, and some change.
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>Great…
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>Screw it, you’ll make do.
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>After all, how expensive could everything be?
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>You grab your jacket, bags, cash, and some music to listen to while you’re out.
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>Just before you leave, you pause momentarily.
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“Should I lock up?”
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>Why should you? There really isn’t much here to steal anyways.
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“Nah it’ll be fine, I won’t be out long anyways.”
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>Feeling confident, you exit into the hallway.
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>Neighbors are being loud as usual, not that you mind.
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>You used to tick them off with blaring your music, but they complained and Anon put a stop to that.
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>As you descend the stairwell, you set your tunes to shuffle and reach the door to the outside.
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>The moment you open the door, the cold wind assaults your body.
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“Damn winter.”
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>A chill courses through you as you start to walk.
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>Thankfully you got tunes and a mission to distract you while you’re out.
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>Most of the snow has been shoveled from the sidewalk which makes things a little better.
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>The trip to the store is mostly uneventful.
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>There is hardly a soul out. Not that you’re surprised.
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>Except for a few humans that you see and a single pony like yourself.
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>They avoid you though. No surprise there.
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>You do have a bit of a reputation around the town as the punk queen.
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>You pay them no mind, and reach a store at last.
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>Just before you go to enter, you stop and remember that you’re banned from shopping here.
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>For theft of course.
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>It was just one candy bar darn it!
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>…
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>Alright it was more like a whole box, or several…
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>Would’ve gotten away if you weren’t such a lousy flier.
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>Doesn’t matter, move on to the next store. Just gotta avoid the ones you’re banned from.
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>You start searching and find a small convenience store that hasn’t banned you.
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>Pausing your music as you enter, the cashier looks up and does a double take.
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>”YOU!”
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>You jolt and look around before back to him.
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“Me?”
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>”Yes you! Out!”
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“What? Why? What did I do to you?”
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>”You think I haven’t heard about you? You’re a thief, and I don’t want you in my store.”
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>For crying out loud, this is the last thing you wanted to deal with...
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>Maybe you can reason with him?
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“Oh come on man, it’s Christmas Eve, I just need to buy a few things and I’ll be out.”
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>”No, out now before I call the police.”
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>You grit your teeth and hold back your words.
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>Normally you’d argue with an idiot like this, but you promised Anon that you’d be good.
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“Alright fine, I’m going, I’m going...Jerk off…”
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>Once out into the streets again, you search for another store.
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>Should’ve figured that the store owners would talk to one another.
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>There should be still some that would allow you to shop there.
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>However as you find stores, you keep facing the same problems.
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>They’ve either heard of you or banned you.
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>Guess that’s what you get for having a reputation.
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>The worse part is the words they call you, most of which you’d rather not remember.
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>Sighing, you feel your pace start to slow despite having good music to listen to.
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>You’re starting to feel bummed again.
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>Maybe everyone is right about you.
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>Maybe you are a failure.
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>As you’re walking by a store front, you catch your reflection in the window, and stop to look at yourself.
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>You’re nothing like the pony you’re based off.
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>Sure you share the same name, coat color, cutiemark, and even a similar voice.
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>But you’re not her.
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>You’ve got a vibrant blue and pink mane, a rebellious nature, and are a terrible flier unlike her.
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>Slowly, you find yourself starting to hunch over and your eyes moisten.
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>You’re just a bootleg of a better pony.
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>You’re never going to be good enough, will you?
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>...
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>No…
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>No!
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>NO!
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>You stomp your hoof and straighten up.
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>You’re stronger than this!
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>Anon believed in you when no one else would!
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>So believe in yourself damn it!
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>A quick change of tunes to something a little more upbeat, you start trotting in place.
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>’Show me how to lie you’re getting better all the time-’
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“That’s more like it.”
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>Feeling confident again, you get a move on with greater resolve.
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>There is one place that you know for a fact that won’t throw you out or reject you.
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>The dollar store.
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>The stuff there may be cheap, but hey, it’s better than nothing.
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>There is a bit of a problem though.
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>They’re on the other side of town and you’ve spent the better part of the day running around.
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>You check the time and figure you got enough to spare if you do things right.
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“Just gotta be a little faster.”
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>Shame you’re not much of a flier, that would make things SO much easier.
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>Can’t change that though.
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>Picking up the pace, you nearly break into a full gallop to reach destination in time.
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>You ignore everyone you pass by, they don’t matter, you know what matters.
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>Get decorations and a gift for Anon.
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>Finally reaching the store, you stop outside and try to catch your breath.
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“Ha..ha...ha...finally...ha...made it...phew…”
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>You slowly regain control of your breathing and check yourself over in the window.
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>Don’t look too shoddy, at least not much more than usual.
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>Nodding, you head into the nearly empty store and see the one other person who likes you.
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>”Hey there Spitfire.”
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“Hey Stacey, how’s it hanging?”
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>Smiling, she looks around the store devoid of customers.
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>”Oh I’m super busy, can’t you see?”
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“Yeah I can see you’re swamped.”
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>The two of you laugh for a bit, and she leans on the counter, smiling all the while.
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>”So whatcha doing out here anyway?”
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“Last minute shopping actually.”
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>She gives you a deadpan look.
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>”Really?”
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“Yeah yeah I know! It’s a long story, but do you guys still got decorations?”
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>”Some, but most of the stuff has been swapped out for Valentines day.”
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“You gotta be kidding me…”
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>”Nope, I know it’s dumb, but that’s just how this place runs.”
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>Now what are you supposed to do?
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>It’s not like there is any other place you can go with what time you got left.
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>Some panic starts to fill you as you try to figure out what to do.
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>However Stacey must’ve noticed, because she starts talking again.
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>”Like I said, most of it, there still should be some stuff left. I’m pretty certain of that actually.”
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“Oh, right. Thanks.”
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>Can’t let those kind of thoughts bring you down.
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>”Anytime for my favorite pony.”
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>You give her a smile, grabbing a basket and start walking through the aisles to find stuff.
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>Turns out she was right, there are some decorations left.
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>Not nearly as much nor what kinds were hoping for though.
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>No trees, no stockings, nor any garland.
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“Crap… gotta make do.”
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>You start grabbing what you can, mostly what you’ll be able to carry on the way home.
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>Even grab some other decorations from other holidays or birthday that should fill in the blanks.
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>Hopefully.
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>With what you got, you just need to get a gift for Anon.
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>But what exactly?
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>He doesn’t need much, and hasn’t really told you what he really wants.
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>You stop at the glasses rack, looking over some shades they have.
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“Maybe this’ll work?”
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>Shrugging, you grab a pair and swing by the food section.
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>A bottle of cheap eggnog and some cookies are added to the small pile you accumulated.
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>As you reach checkout, Stacey raises a brow and starts scanning your purchases.
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>”Find everything alright ma’am?”
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>Putting on a fake smile, you play along.
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“Sure did, you guys had ‘everything’ I needed.”
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>She laughs and finishes ringing up the last item.
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>Thankfully you didn’t overspend, but it’s pretty darn close.
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>You stuff what you can into your bags until they’re nearly bursting.
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>Not enough room for everything though, so you carry a bag in your mouth and one on your back.
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>Just as you’re about to head out, Stacey stops you.
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>”Hey wait a second.”
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“Hm?”
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>”Sure you don’t wanna buy anything else?”
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>She shoots you a grin knowing that you can’t respond back properly.
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>Glaring at her, you unfold one of your wings and do a flipping off motion.
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>You hear her break out into laughing as you exit the store.
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>The cold air bites you once again, helping ease your burden while you head home.
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>And what a walk back it is, you have to be fast and delicate. Something you’re really not.
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>After an agonizing amount of time, you reach your building and discover a new problem.
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>Opening the door to the stairwell.
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>It’s a pain, but you manage to do it.
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>The walk up however, is another story.
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>By the time you finally reach the apartment, you nearly collapse at the front door.
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>You push through, getting inside and dropping everything on the floor.
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“That was freaking exhausting!”
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>You’re tired, sweaty, and frazzled, but at least you did what you set out to do.
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“What time is it anyway?”
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>Looking over at the nearby clock, you realize you don’t got as much time as you’d like.
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“Oh sod it all!”
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>Hurrying, you empty out the various bags and go about setting things up.
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>String up a birthday banner that you modify to say ‘happy birthmas’ and put up some streamers as well.
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>With that, you put a plastic plant on the table that you decorate with the baubles you got.
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>Even set up some figurines around it, some of which you’re certain are from Halloween or some other holiday.
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>And lastly, you put on some Christmas music to set the mood.
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“Finally done…”
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>You plop down the couch with ten minutes to spare.
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>That ten minutes comes and goes by far quickly though.
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>Feeling some boredom coming on, you stand up and pace about while waiting.
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“He’s probably stuck in traffic, that’s all.”
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>A half hour passes and some concern starts to grow within.
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>You ruffle your wings and try to keep yourself calm.
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“He’s fine, I’m certain of it.”
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>Continuing to wait, the music starts to grate on you.
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“I gotta change this. Let’s see…”
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>You flip through various Christmas songs, but ultimately they’re all too cheery for you.
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>Eventually you settle on the something a little in between.
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“Eh not bad, better than nothing.”
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>Still waiting, you grab some newspaper and start fashioning them into snowflakes.
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>They could be worse, but it’s an attempt at least.
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>You add them in with the other decorations, finding them fitting in better than you expected.
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>With what newspaper you have leftover, you use it to wrap up Anon’s gift.
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>Not much more you can do, so you head for the couch.
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>Just as you reach it, the front door opens with Anon coming in with a few bags.
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>”Sorry I’m late, you would not believe the traffic. How was your...”
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>Whatever words he has die as he looks around the apartment.
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>”Well… this is new.”
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>You start feeling a bit anxious as he stands there.
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“Do you like it?”
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>”It’s… It’s uh.”
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>He doesn’t like it, does he?
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>He finally looks back to you with a smile.
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>”This is awesome Spitfire.”
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>What.
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“What.”
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>”I said this is awesome, I never expected you to do something like this.”
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“Well I-I...er...I thought of it at last minute! That’s right!”
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>You puff out your chest and grin.
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>He chuckles and brings the bags over to the table, setting them down.
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>As he starts pulling things out, he looks over to you.
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>”Where’d you get all this anyway?”
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“The dollar store.”
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>”Guessing you had fun having to go across town then?”
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“Oh you have no idea mate.”
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>”Sounds like a story you can tell me while we eat, I got Chinese for dinner.”
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“Sweet! Well I got some eggnog to go with it.”
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>”Got eggnog too? How fancy.”
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>The two of you sit down and eat while you recount your tale from today.
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“...I had to go several blocks with those bags mate, you have no idea how tiring that was.”
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>”At least you got a workout from it all.”
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“Oh ha ha, so funny.”
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>You roll your eyes, finishing off your veggie dish.
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>Anon smiles and continues to eat his chicken and rice.
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“Ugh, I’m pretty stuffed.”
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>Finishing swallowing, he offers up a fortune cookie.
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>”And not have your fortune?”
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“Oh, right. Forgot about that.”
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>He gives you a serious look.
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>”You never forget about the cookie, it knows all.”
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>The two of you stare at one another before laughing.
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>You open it up and read it while eating the little treat.
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“Invest in family. How original.”
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>He shrugs, finishes off his food before tending to his cookie.
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>”A great future awaits you.”
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“Better than mine.”
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>”Suppose, wanna watch some movies?”
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“Heck yeah I do!”
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>You follow him to the couch, pulling out your gift and get his attention.
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“Uh hey Anon?”
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>”Yeah?”
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>He turns to you as you show him the present.
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“I got you a gift.”
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>”Shouldn’t you wait till tomorrow to give me it?”
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“Yeah, but I’d like to give it to you now.”
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>He smiles, taking and looking it over.
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>”Duct tape and newspaper, why am I not surprised.”
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“Oi, I had to work with what I got.”
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>He grins and shoots you a look.
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>”Never gets old to rile you up.”
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“Just open it up already you idiot.”
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>Chuckling, he opens it up with some difficulty.
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“So uh, what do you think of it?”
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>”Hmm…”
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>Putting them on he poses.
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>”Give me your boots and your clothes.”
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>You laugh and shake your head.
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“Terminator? Really?”
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>”Oh come on, it’s a classic!”
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“Yeah yeah I guess.”
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>”But hey, I got you something as well.”
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“Oh?”
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>”Yep, I’ll be back.”
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>You smile and feel some excitement as he heads off into his room before he quickly returns with a large blue folder shaped gift.
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>”Here you go, I know you’ll love it.”
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“You sure about that?”
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>Smiling, he nods.
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>”One hundred percent sure on that.”
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>You sit down on the couch to open it, and he joins you, watching for your reaction.
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>What you find is something you’ve been wanting for a while now.
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“A Sex Pistols vinyl? This is… it’s...”
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>For a brief moment, you feel your eyes grow wet.
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>Before the waterworks get loose, you reach over and give him a hug.
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“It’s awesome Anon!”
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>He chuckles and returns the greeting.
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>”Told you that you would love it.”
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>You quickly wipe away any tears that were there and pull out of the hug.
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“Yeah you did. It’s great.”
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>”Merry Christmas Spitfire.”
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“Merry Christmas Anon.”
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