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Originally Published March 8th, 2018
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>"What?"
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>Fluttershy stares at you, confused
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>You are Anonymous
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>For the past 8 years, first thing in the morning, every single morning, a yellow horse has been trying to guess your fetish
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>You've cunt-punted her far enough to set a few records, but she still comes back
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>You even learned the sacred art of appleslap in an attempt to dissuade her, but she just came back for more
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>You honestly just want it to end
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>So you decided to try something different today, and caved in
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That's my fetish, Fluttershy; thigh socks. Especially when they do that little indent thing.
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>You take a sip of your coffee, waiting for your assault to come
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So, what now?
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>"Y-yes! I..."
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>Fluttershy drops her gaze to the ground
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>"I..."
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>And with that, she walks away
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Huh. Should've done that years ago
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>You go back inside and make a bagel, dancing a little as you spread the cream cheese
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>Today is a good day
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1/?
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>One week later in Equestria
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>This has arguably been the greatest week of your life since moving to this saccharine horse land
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>Without Butterstutter forcing you awake with her inane fetish guesses, you've actually been able to get a decent amount of sleep
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>Your boss stopped docking your pay for showing up late, too
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And look! I even have some extra money left over this week!
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>You dangle your bitbag in front of Spike
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>Three bits clack against each other inside
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I'm basically rich!
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>"Easy there, Filthy Rich!" Spike laughs as he pushes your bag away
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>"So you're sure you haven't seen Fluttershy, Anon?"
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Spike, please. The next time I see that yellow demon it'll be too soon.
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>"Alright, just let the girls know if you do see her. Nobody's heard from her in a week, and we're getting kinda worried."
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>Spike hops down from the threshold and waddles his way back to town
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Haven't heard from her in a week?, you ask yourself
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>Could it-
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>Nah
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2/?
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>2 Weeks Later in Equestria
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>Wake up
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>Do the Triple-S
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>Sit down for a nice, heathy bowl of Scootaloops
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>"Stays crunchy, even in Milk!", the little mascot cheers
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>As you lift the spoon to your mouth for the first bite, you hear a knock at your door
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Ugh
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>Trudging over to the door, you slide on your cuntpunting waders from the coat rack
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Goddamnit Fluttershy, I thought I tol-oh.
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>Standing outside your door is not Fluttershy, but one of those other horses, the purple one
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>"Anon? Why are you wearing waders?"
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Uhh
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>Shit, why ARE you wearing waders?
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Bit of a leak in the basement, but I've got it under control.
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>Twilight stares at you with a look that says "You dumb monkey, I built this house for you. It doesn't have a basement."
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>"Rrright. Anyway, Anon, I just came over to let you know how Fluttershy is doing, since you two were so..."
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>She cocks an eyebrow
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>"Close, and all."
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Eugh. So what is it? Was she trapped in the bathroom by a spider again?
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>"No, thankfully. She's just really REALLY sad. Won't even get out of bed, poor thing."
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>What
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>"I'm absolutely certain she'd cheer up if you went to visit her though!"
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>Yeah no
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Maybe another time Twilight. Got a busy day ahead in the basement!, you say as you shut the door.
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>You head back to your Scootaloops, ready to savor the delicious crunch
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>But they feel soggy in your mouth
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3/?
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>KNOCKKNOCK
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Come on, come on....
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>You rush downstairs and throw open the door
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>But no one is there
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ARGH!
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>You slam the door and head to the kitchen, taking a seat at the table and holding your head in your hands
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>It's been a month since Fluttershy holed herself up in her house
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>And it's been a week since you've been waking up to phantom knocks at the door
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>Sometimes you even hear her voice outside, but it always ends up being Pinkie or one of the other girls asking you to visit
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>It almost makes you feel bad for her
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I don't feel bad for her.
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>The house is silent around you
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I don't! That little molester made life hell for me and my wallet! I'm glad she's gone.
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>"But then why do you feel so alone?", the house responds with its quietude
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I'm not alone! I can make new friends! She wasn't even a friend, she was just the first pony to find me in this world!
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>...
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Fuck you house, quit judging me.
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>...
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>...
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>You stand up violently, sending your chair a few feet behind you
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YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M GOING FOR A WALK!
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4/?
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>You don't know quite how you managed it, but your aimless walk led you right to Fluttershy's cottage
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...damnit.
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>The shutters are all drawn, and no lights are on
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>Discord is in the backyard trying to get one of the bears to jump through a flaming hoop
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>You turn around, hoping nobody noticed you walk up yet
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>"Hellooo, Anonymous!"
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Holy shit! H-hey Discord.
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>In front of you floated Discord's head
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>His neck was stretching to where his body stood in the backyard
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>"So you've finally come to pay Shy a visit! Oh, happy day!"
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>His smile seems to stretch beyond his face
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>Fuck, gotta get out of this
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>You put on your fakest smile
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Y-yup! Just here to pay a visit!
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>You march your way up to her front door
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Knock knock! Oh gee, well I guess she isn't home!
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>The door creaks slowly open
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>Discord stares at you, Cheshire smile still plastered on his face
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WELP! I'll just pop in to make sure if she's here, then!
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>You step inside and close the door, maintaining eye contact with Discord the whole time
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>The lock clicks into place, and then silence
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>After a few seconds, you hear a whoosh noise as Discord moves away from the door
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Hah. Sucker.
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>You reach for the knob, only to find it isn't there
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>In fact, the entire door has been replaced with a mural of a door
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>Shit
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You damn luney toon, you hiss under your breath
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5/?
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>Taking a breath, you find your nose assaulted by the smell
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>A musty mix of stale air, B.O., and old take-out containers
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>If it wasn't a smell you were familiar with, you'd probably had thrown up
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>Instead, you crack the windows to let some fresh air in.
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>It's the least you could do.
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>You try to head out the kitchen door, but it too is replace by a mural
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>An irritated Discord with a sign reading "Not 'till you talk."
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Shit.
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>You head back into the living room and park yourself on the couch
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>From upstairs, you can hear the faint noise of television
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>Taking a deep breath, you muster the courage to head to her room
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>You tread lightly on the steps, slinking your way up
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>With each step your apprehension grows
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>When you reach her door, time seems to slow down
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>The faint television noise is a dull roar in your eyes
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>You reach your hand up to knock, but something stops you before your knuckles touch the wood
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>You turn around, hoping to shimmy out of a win-
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>CREEEEEEEEEEEAK
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...
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>You can hear a shuffling inside the room
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>"Twilight? Twilight I already told you I don't want to go outside.", the voice says as it opens the door
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6/?
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>You hold still, hoping her time spent in front of the t.v. messed with her vision
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>"Anon?"
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>Well, there goes that plan
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>You turn around to face the object of your...something
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Hey, Shy. Twilight said you weren't feeling too good, so I thought I'd drop by to see how you were doing.
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>"Oh. I'm doing...fine."
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>Fluttershy adjusts a blanket draped over her back
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>You cough
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>"Would you like to come in? I'd like someone to hang out with for a bit...if that's okay with you?"
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Uh....sure.
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>Against your better judgement, you walked into her room and took a seat on her bed
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>The floor was covered in pizza boxes
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>She sits next to you on the bed and wraps herself up in more blankets
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>The t.v. was playing an oldie called "I Love Lyra."
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>Lyra was busy at the soda factory, racing back and forth to keep bottles from breaking on the floor.
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>She didn't remember she was a unicorn until her hooves were loaded up with bottles though, and ended up dropping the lot of them
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Heh.
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>"Yeah."
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>The silence returned, painfully loud
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>You had to say something
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So, Flu-
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>"Anonymous I'm sorry if I bothered you these past few years."
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>What
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7/?
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>Your emotions swirl in your gut: a mix of rage, relief, and disbelief
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You're...sorry?
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>You must have laid the venom on a bit thick, because she winced a little when you spoke
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>"Yes. I should have noticed a long time ago that you weren't happy with what I was doing, and I'm sorry. You don't have to forgive me, I'd understand if you didn't."
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>There's a lot you want to say in this moment
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>A million scenarios playing out in your head, all perfect in their own ways
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>But you know what you've really come here to say
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I forgive you, Fluttershy.
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>She seems to brighten up a bit at that
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>"Th-thank you, An-"
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But I have one question for you: what was your endgame with all those fetish guesses?
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>"Endgame?", she asks, confused
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>She turns off the t.v. with a soft click of the remote
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>"I guess at first I just wanted to be your friend, but then I just...I don't know."
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>Her voice falls as she continues talking
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>"And when you told me your fetish I was so excited at first, but then I realized I didn't have a plan for what to do after."
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>The room goes silent again, aside from Fluttershy's cracking voice
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>"And then I realized just how much of your time I must have wasted, and all those new d-doors you had to buy, and...", her voice dies out, a stifled sob in the back of her throat
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Well if it makes you feel any better, I kinda miss having you bug me.
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>She looks at you through her tears, confused
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>"W-why?"
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>You scratch the back of your head
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I don't know, you've grown on me, I guess.
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>You draw her close and turn the t.v. back on
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Don't read too much into it.
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>She stays solid for a moment, wary, but slowly begins to rest her head on your shoulder
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>The soft weight makes you feel a sense of...something
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>But it's a something you could get used to
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