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Pretty mare, pretty mare
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One who hops, devil-may-care
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One whose breath I gladly share
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While I sleep, how do you fare?
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Pretty mare, petty mare
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My smile widens just a hair
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A rousing kiss, a horse so fair
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Soft, with tickly whiskers there
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Mornings do I feel despair
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My cupboard lay plain and bare
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Lyra, my oats, will you forswear?
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Pretty mare, pretty mare
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Anonymous 03/16/21(Tue)17:23:10 No.36729117
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>Bird Ponies are behind schedule to no one's surprise.
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>You pull your collar up over your mint colored fur scarf.
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>Those cloud trotters better hurry up.
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>If your everything weren't so sore, you'd start yelling and chucking garbage at them.
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>Lazy niggers.
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>The rest of the town is taking it easy after a job well done despite the lingering chill.
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>You included.
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>Upon seeing how well you helped Lyra shed her coat, their Earth pony leader whisked you away from your spot in front of the fireplace.
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>You had kicked and reee’d at the dirt ponies.
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>They explained the holiday to you, that ponies wanted to be out here shoveling a village's worth of snow and being hitched to plows.
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>You didn’t buy it.
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>Snoots scrunched when you kept calling their holiday "horse gulag."
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>A special vest was thrown on you, purple with a little brush patch crudely stitched in.
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>Your job on horse gulag was pony coat grooming.
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>As it turns out just like nature itself, pony winter coats don't fall out naturally like they do on God's green Earth.
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>It was an entire week of wiggly horse lips, nickering, and ponies trying to turn around to groom you back.
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>Tough work, but someone had to do it.
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>On the plus side, Some of the townsfolk that were skittish around you are now much friendlier.
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>Some had even left you flowers, apples, and carrots as thanks, which Lyra took a big liking to.
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>Not to mention you have enough loose pony fur to make an entire wardrobe for next winter.
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>Lyra herself was on animal duty again.
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>It's a running joke that, to the ponies, your own gestures are so animal-like, ponies naturally assume she is great with them.
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>But you know she's got a big soft spot for nature.
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>Which brings you to the present.
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>Both of you decide to leisurely stroll through White Tail instead of the usual galavant troublemaking.
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>Lyra seems to be fine in the cold without her winter coat, being from a mountain.
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>Though you know she's going to pretend later to get cuddles.
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>Overall she seems pretty fatigued too, going without the usual pep in her trotting.
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>Her eyes, nose, and a stray poking tongue, check out some of the grass sprouts coming in.
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>Ears swivel to the first bird sounds heard in months.
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>Your eyes and ears however, are on her sleeker form and the rhythmic sound of her hooves.
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>Here's something to be said about a unicorns gait.
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>Even tired, the way she trots is calculated, nimble.
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>Very unlike the yokel hick ponies around here.
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>Her posture both seems rigid, and square, yet both relaxed with a graceful rhythm of motion only a trained dancer could achieve.
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>Her head is tilted slightly up, something only seen in Canterlot.
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>To the average lowland pony it seems snobbish, even to the locally raised unicorns.
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>For polite Canterlot society it's considered rude to point your horn at anyone, even accidentally, so the muzzle tilts up.
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>To the untrained eye, no one would even know she was tired.
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>Any man would feel like a stumbling toddler in comparison.
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>“Hey, Anon?” a honeyed voice starts to say.
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>Lyra’s ears moving back to focus on you.
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”Yeah, Lye?”
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>She whickers stopping to look back at you, “Pull my tail,”
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>...
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"No."
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>"Come on, Anon. It'll be really funny!"
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>”Not falling for it.”
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Anonymous 03/20/21(Sat)13:33:12 No.36745939
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>A loud boom rings through the throne room.
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>Like a low thunderous gong, the throne door reverberates.
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>It slams over and over, the hinges threatening to give.
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>The guards quickly take formation, and await your orders.
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"Let them in."
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>Without hesitation, they do so.
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>Ahh, Mister Anonymous, the local Humane.
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>You suppress a sigh, and give your sister a look.
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>She seems confused, likely because she hasn't had the pleasure of meeting him before.
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>He's a nice stallion.
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>Perhaps some radical views here and there but it's to be expected from an alien.
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>You do hope nopony has offended him too greatly.
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>Aside from his "casual" garments he's clad in a multicolored patchwork of gambeson, as well as a marvelously made mint green fur scarf and beanie.
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>He brandishes a sledgehammer, his breath is ragged.
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>There was a crazed look in his eye.
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>You've seen this, "red-eyed" look from some minotaurs in the far past.
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>The guards look about ready to rush him but with a curt gesture of your wing, they're at ease.
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>Anonymous may be large and intimidating, but he’s not one to hurt a pony.
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>In fact, you've gotten reports about little stirrups he's made about this time every year.
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>It's usually before Winter Wrap Up.
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>A direct assault on the castle is new though
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>His frown deepens and a tiny nose scrunches.
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>He doesn't stop walking until he's about 11 trots away from you and your sister.
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>Now that he’s close enough to see the white of his knuckles as he grasps the sledge hammer, his clothing gambeson and all seem to be made of pony fur.
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>Curious.
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>With a signature warm smile and a soft nicker, you greet him.
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"Why, Anonymous, how nice of you to vis-."
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>"What do I have to do to bring Nightmare Moon back."
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>Your sister's wings flare out, her eyes widening.
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>"Excuse us?"
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>He points the hammer at her.
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>"I'll beat it out of you if I have to, Moon butt."
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>Luna scoffs, her confusion quickly turning to anger.
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>Her wings slightly retract, her feathers standing on end as she quickly gets into Anonymous's face.
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>"Chooseth thine next words wisely, creature. Our past mistakes are not to be made a mere jest."
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>She greeted with a low growl.
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>You slowly stand up, nuzzling under your sister's jaw, a wing gently draped over her back.
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>"I'll take it from here, Luna."
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>Her snout scrunches and her ears pin, looking between your, and Mister Anonymous.
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>Sure enough she steps back, with a harumph.
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>You walk up to Anonymous, reaching up to nuzzle the side of his face.
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>"I want those winter coats back, and I want them now."
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"I see."
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>"Twiggy Niggy told me the phases of the moon makes the winter coats happen."
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>You nod, smiling up at Anonymous.
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>If it's anything you've learned through centuries of diplomacy with other races is that they see ponies as "cute" and you use it to your full advantage.
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>His posture relaxes if only for a second.
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>"I want to snuggle Lyra and get lost in her coat."
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>Right, one of your former graduates, Lyra Heartstrings, has made leaps and bounds of progress in teaching Anonymous the magic of friendship.
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>You couldn’t be prouder.
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>With a nod, you use your magic to give a light tug on the sledge hammer.
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>There's some resistance but he lets go.
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>You are sure to keep it within his range, so he doesn't panic and lash out.
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"Why don't you tell me all about it over some Tea, Mister Anonymous?” You say, turning to your assistant. “Raven, I'm sorry but I must end day court early, I hope you don't mind rescheduling the last few appointments?"
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>If she's frustrated, she doesn't show it, instead marking off a few things in her scroll.
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>"Already done, princess."
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>You should invite Anonymous more, if it means getting some extra time to relax.
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>Flashing Raven a thankful smile, you gently nudge the human with a wing.
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"Don't you have something to say, Anonymous?"
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>You nod to your sister who still seems upset.
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>He grunts, his lips wriggling.
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>"Sorry, Luna," he mumbles softly
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>Mare, you've still got it.
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>You give the humane a squeeze under your wing, following up with a nuzzle.
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>He might be a little taller than you, but right now he seems as small as a newborn foal.
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>Who would have known he was this distressed over some lost fur.
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>Maybe it has something to do with him not having any at all.
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>A slam echoes through the hallway.
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>Ohh my, another interruption.
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>"Anon, you're in so much-!" Sweetie- no, Bon-Bon grumbles, stopping once she notices you.
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>Lyra bounds in excitedly after her, "Hey, Anon did ya' get her?"
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>The unicorn pauses, looking outside to the sun still hanging low in the sky.
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>"I guess not." She giggles bounding up into Anonymous' lap.
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>You expertly catch his cup with magic, settling it neatly on the table.
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>She reaches up to give him a strangely angled neck hug.
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>You can almost see the humane's blood pressure lower.
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>He’s smiling for the first time since he's paid you a visit.
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>Anonymous, or Anon, replies in kind by wrapping his arms around her.
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>"Hey, princess!"
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"Hello, Lyra. It's good to see you again."
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>Bon-Bon comes slower, and looks at you apologetically before bowing.
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>"I'm so sorry princess. I'll take responsibility for any damaged property."
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>You humm, letting it hang in the air.
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>Does this stem from her not growing as much as you thought she would?
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>Is Anon just another monster to be monitored or...
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>"I ain't in trouble, dirt kicker." Anon grunts slightly leaning over to pat her head.
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>Dirt kicker?
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>That's a more modern tribal slur isn't it?
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>Oddly, Bon-Bon's grumpy exterior cracks for a fraction of a second.
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>If you weren't over a millennia old, you might have missed it.
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>So she is making new friends, and Anonymous too.
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>That's wonderful to see.
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>Everyday Lyra impresses you more and more.
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>It’s difficult to imagine what these two would be like without her.
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>Ohh, Bon-Bon looks like she's about to lose it.
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>You can't help yourself sometimes.
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>A wing moves to tickle Bon-Bon’s snoot, causing it to scrunch.
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"There's no trouble, Anon came for tea. Isn’t that right?”
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>You give the humane a smile and another nudge with the wing, before folding it back in.
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>The humane blinks. "Uhh, yeah. You want some, Bon?"
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>She looks unsure at the two of you, then slowly nods.
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