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>"How was your weekend?" Berry asks, sitting at her desk in the front office.
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>What a sight to behold, seeing the most unhinged friend being dressed so professionally.
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"You were there for most of it, what do you mean?"
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>"I mean on Sunday," she leans to the right to get a look at Ditzy who was looking at the coffee station.
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>Probably the last thing she needs, she had about four cups at the Diner.
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>"Were you up in-- I mean up to anything?"
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"Look, you know why I'm here, keys to the maintenance shed."
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>A beat of silence as she tries to hide her grin, you hope she hasn't been talking to anyone.
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>"Alright," she opened a drawer in her desk and starts looking. "Don't think you're getting off that easy now, I might stop by later."
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>She tosses the keys on her desk.
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>"There's a sign-in sheet when you walk in, any equipment you take out has to be signed in and out, okay?"
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>"Found the carpet cleaner, what's next?"
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"The actual carpet cleaning fluid too," you say, looking over the sign-in sheet at the counter by the entrance of the shed.
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"And a bucket while we're at it."
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>"Mop too?"
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"What, for the carpet, Ditzy?"
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>"It could be done."
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>You note her caffeinated nod, "if need be that is. Could totally do it."
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"Slow down there, we'll put that as a backup plan."
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>You half laugh as you jot down the supplies being checked out.
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>She's a little firecracker today.
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>"Do we need light switches? I remember we needed to replace some light switches."
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"We're just focusing on carpet cleaning today. If we finish before lunch we can come back and do that."
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>Another enthusiastic nod and she flutters with a bucket covering her head while carrying the gallon jug of carpet cleaning fluid.
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>Somehow she doesn't bump into anything despite not being able to see.
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>Maybe the clutzy mare has echolocation or something.
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>You take the bucket off her head to look at the number at the bottom.
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"And what's the number on the gallon jug?"
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>"Thirteen," she said before fluttering back to the shelves.
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>Immediately you hear a soft thud, "Ow who put that wood beam there?"
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>She comes back carrying a mop, her eyes wide.
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"You're serious?"
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>"We might need it."
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>You blink a few times, processing why the need for a mop just for carpet cleaning.
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>Coming from the same mare that eats cereal in coffee mugs.
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>Rarity's words came to mind as you took a gander at Ditzy: Hm, perhaps there's a method to the madness.
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>You crack a smile, certain Ditzy will find a way.
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"Uh sure, what's the number?" You said looking down at the sign-in sheet.
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"Jesus fuck what in the aids?"
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>You cough into your arm sleeve trying to make sense of what your nose detected.
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>If you had to guess, a mixture of cigarette smoke, a chemical spill, and wet dog fur that grew a colony of mildew. Somehow.
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>You shut the door immediately, and look at Ditzy through your watering eyes.
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>You won't be directly breathing that in again, the shit has a funk that's so tangible, it could've been a band member of Earth Wind and Fire.
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>From your guess, no one even bothered to crack a window.
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>You run back to the shed to grab some respirators, while Ditzy waits for you on the balcony.
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"Alright, let's try this again."
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>The boiling hot water in the bathroom came in handy for the carpet cleaning fluid.
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>With some rubber gloves, scrub brushes, and a little elbow grease, the worst offending stains were losing their strength and color.
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>"I think this is as bad as it gets," Ditzy says, walking back from the bathroom, having refilled the bucket.
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>You get off your knees and head for the front door to get a better look at the cleaning.
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>Things were getting better, seeing the soapy white suds on the various stains was progress to you.
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"Break time."
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>"Lunch already?"
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"In about another hour or so, we need to let this air out to see if gets better."
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>"There are snacks in the main office. I'll get you something."
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>You nod, then head for the living room window to lift it open it.
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>But for some reason the rail on the window let the panes fall back into place.
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"Ditzy, can you get the mop? We need it to make sure this window stays propped up."
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>Silence.
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>You peek your head out the front door and there's Ditzy, mop in her hooves with a wide smile.
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>"Told ya."
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>You lean on the balcony eating a bag of chips and getting fresh air on your small snack break.
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>The industrial fan in the kitchen was on full blast to help dry and air out the carpet.
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>In about forty minutes, you'll grab lunch, then come back to replace any light bulbs.
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>Well, assuming the carpet cleaning was thorough enough that you wouldn't need to clean it again.
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>There's always that worry that whatever odor may have seeped into the floor boards, so you intend to check with Coco in a week to see if there are any lingering smells.
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>"Are we going to get rid of the fridge today too?"
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>Your gut sank from being reminded of what lies dormant there.
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>And now that you think about it, no wonder the place hasn't been aired out, no one's taking any chances of messing with whatever the fuck was in the fridge.
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"We'll worry about that later."
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>You take a breath as you quit leaning from the balcony rail.
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"Time for round two."
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>"Right behind ya!"
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>You were half right about the smell and the carpet stains.
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>They are getting blotted out much easier than you thought after letting the cleaning fluid soak for a while.
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>It's bad enough being on your hands and knees trying to scrub the stains out. You don't want the odor to cling to your clothes.
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>You don't even get the luxury of chit-chatting with Ditzy during this task.
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>Anything that was said got muffled thanks to the respirators, so you don't know if Ditzy was talking about a muffin recipe or a movie plot.
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>You'll turn the industrial fan back on while you go out on a break.
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>Even though you're trying to focus on the task at hand, this whole job must've hit a trip wire in your mind because of some questions you don't have an answer to.
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>What the hell Screwy was doing in this apartment?
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>Some things weren't adding up is all.
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>Why was the kitchen spotless compared to this living room carpet?
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>Why was the water from the faucet in the bathroom running so hot?
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>What the fuck is that thing in the fridge?
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>It's questions like these that won't let your curiosity rest.
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>"Are you going to eat your sweet potato fries or not?" Ditzy asks, breaking you out of your deep thought.
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>You were twirling a pen while looking down at your mini notepad.
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>Mostly comprised of a supplies list, and dribbles of how to deal with that damn thing in the fridge.
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>Anyone looking at any of the other pages would only see half-finished thoughts, crude drawings of chains, or smoke clouds.
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>Your eyes shift to the Diner's wall clock, noting that only twenty minutes have passed since your work lunch started.
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>"Hello?" Ditzy waves her hooves flagrantly. "Where'd you run off to this time?"
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"Oh yeah, here." You say, pushing the plate of fries over, there weren't many left.
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>The bell above the diner's entrance rings, and your eyes dart over to it.
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>Berry steps through, and she spots you immediately at the booth by a window.
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>A waitress approaches her, and in a hushed voice, she gestures toward your direction.
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>You slide to the left of your booth as Berry trots toward you.
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>"Mind if I crash your lunch break?" She asks, taking the spot to the right of you.
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"With no survivors?" You say, not looking up from your notepad.
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>"Well, he's in another world I see. How's it going so far?" She asks Ditzy.
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>"Pretty smooth so far, we just finished all of the carpet cleanings."
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>"Oh? Dustbowl had me thinking it was way worse."
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>"We spent most of our time on the living room carpet stains since those were the toughest, everything else was easier to deal with."
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"We kept the windows open to air out the place afterward though," you add. "When we started the funk hit like a train when I opened the door."
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>"Ah, sorry about that. Maintenance really didn't want to deal with that anymore. Was it that bad?"
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"Lost some nostril hairs but they'll grow back."
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>She smiles but notices some of the drawings on your notepad.
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>"One of your other projects?"
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"I'm working on a way to deal with the menace in the fridge."
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>"Good luck with that, speaking of that fridge I need a favor."
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>You stop twirling your pen to look Berry in her eyes.
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"How illegal is this favor?"
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>The way Berry winced gave you an idea of how severe it could be.
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"Fuck. Go ahead."
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>"So normally we send old appliances through proper channels to have them broken down and recycled and probably some parts salvaged."
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"Mhm?"
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>You didn't mean for that to come out tired, and half enthused, but you're waiting for the gut punch.
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>"Trouble is, from what maintenance tells me, no one from said channels would take it off our hooves. It's largely why it's just been sitting there. They take one look at it and they come to the office with a resounding No."
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>If they saw that thing too, you're not surprised.
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"Berry, get to the favor."
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>"Dustbowl agrees it needs to go. So given the situation..."
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"Oh fuck."
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>"The issue is trying to find a place to dump it."
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>Your shoulders tense, and you take a deep, sobering breath.
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>"Illegal... dumping?" Ditzy asks, pausing from picking another fry.
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"In this town? Great fuck Berry you sure know how to pick your favors."
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>"It's not that bad, we just can't get caught."
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>This isn't the first time you've heard her say that verbatim.
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>And each time the end result is different, sometimes by barely getting away.
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>At worst bail money had to be put up for someone.
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>But illegal dumping...
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"Goddamnit Berry."
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>"I know it's asking a lot, if we're caught the fine would be steep, you know how the Mayor is."
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>She's not wrong, the Mayor is usually reasonable, but she likes that Ponyville isn't a polluted mess like Manehatten.
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>To make sure of that, she's particularly tough on littering, pollution, etc.
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>She's not crazy with paper and confetti here and there, it's the big stuff she's intolerant of.
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>She had residents forfeit ownership of property in a roundabout way: Fine them so hard they have to put their property on sale to pay them off.
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>This is the same mare that'll cover a waitress's shift, babysit for you, and help the little ones with homework.
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>You've seen her help with gardening. You don't know how she does it.
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>Maybe the gray in her mane and tail is actually cocaine. Who the fuck knows.
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"I'm guessing Dustbowl doesn't know about this?"
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>"The less he knows the better."
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"Of course," you utter under your breath as a waitress approaches.
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>"It's not that bad!"
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"I'd rather rob a bank. Let's meet up, later on, to talk about this."
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>You signal with your eyes that the waitress is beside Berry, waiting to take her order.
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>Berry flashes a smile. "What's today's special?"
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>"So what's the plan?"Ditzy asks, flashing a light at the outlet you're working on replacing.
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>It feels good to finally breathe without a respirator, the carpet cleaning did wonders.
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>You figured since the carpet cleaning went so well, you may as well do some electrical work.
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>Replace a few light switches and outlets, add some new light bulbs and you're calling it a day.
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>You could only shake your head as mull over an answer.
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"Fast and loose version? Dump it somewhere in the evergreen forest."
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>You were putting the final screw on the outlet plate when you looked over at Ditzy's eyes that blinked out of sync.
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>"And the thing in the fridge?" She asks, shining the flashlight over to the fridge in the kitchen.
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"Wrap the fridge in chains, toss it in a pit, set it on fire then bury it."
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>"What if it's already dead?"
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>You let out a chuckle.
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"Half the battle already done? It'd be nice."
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>"We should check."
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"Pardon?"
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>She hovers past the fridge toward the sink.
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>"There might be some bug spray in here."
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>By the time you looked over to the sink, Ditzy was already shining the flashlight under the sink to find anything useful.
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"Are we really dealing with this right now?"
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>"Just to get it out of the way."
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>A wave of anxiety impacted you. You had to close your hands into fists.
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>Proccessing the fact that there's no way around dealing with this thing, you let out a breath.
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>It's the only way to get this apartment job done.
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"I'll get the mop."
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>Respirators.
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>A flashlight.
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>Bug spray.
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>One mop.
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>A flat head screwdriver in your back pocket.
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>And a bucket of steaming hot soapy water that has an ample amount of bleach.
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>That's all that could be gathered in the span of five minutes.
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>The plan was simple.
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>Open the door.
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>Splash the thing with piping hot soap bleach water mix.
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>Fog up the inside of the fridge with bug spray.
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>Use the mop to keep the fucking thing at bay.
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>Close the door.
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>Wait.
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>Hope for the best. The screwdriver in your back pocket is just in case you have to fight to the death.
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"Okay, on the count of three."
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>You nervously swallowed, ignoring the bead of sweat running down the side of your face.
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>The deep breaths were necessary despite it fogging up your respirator.
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"One..."
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>Ditzy fluttered over the top of the fridge door, aiming the bug spray at an angle.
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>You pick up the bucket by its rim, but you took a brief second to note where the mop is.
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"Two..."
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>Your grip tightens, ready to pull.
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"Three!"
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>You jerk the door handle, and Ditzy already had the trigger pulled on the aerosol bug spray.
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>Once the opening got wider, you dumped as much of the soapy bleach water as you could, only spilling a little on the kitchen floor.
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>You caught a glimpse of one of its legs twitching.
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>Rapidly you set the bucket down, and grabbed the mop that was leaning against the kitchen counter behind you, ready to shove him back in.
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>The air just outside the fridge wasn't cough-inducing, but the inside of the fridge was foggy enough for you.
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"Alright, I'm closing it!"
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>Ditzy backs up as you slam the door shut.
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>You put your back to the door and immediately hear the jittering of its bug legs lightly scratching the interior in a panic.
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>The bucket was at your feet, only about an inch of water at the bottom of the bucket, swishing around and a little bit of steam rising.
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>A strong bump that pushed you off the door a little, but your leaning against the door should hold.
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>Fridges usually can't open from the inside, but you're not taking any chances.
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>Muffled screeching could be heard as Ditzy joined in helping keep the fridge shut.
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>You're certain the door is sealed since none of the bug spray is leaking out.
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>You look over to Ditzy, a slight smile since that couldn't have gone better.
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>The scratching against the inside of the fridge door was subsiding.
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>Ditzy started laughing a little.
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"What?"
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>"I remembered how dramatic you were the other day about this thing."
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"Yeah?"
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>"What did you say? 'What lies dormant?' I think?"
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"You'll forgive me if I didn't want to fuck with this."
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>"So, how long do we wait? Do we check afterward?"
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"Eh, give it ten minutes?"
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>"Sounds good," she says with a laugh.
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>How contagious of a laugh, you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself as you look at her.
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>"What?"
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"Crazy start to a week."
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>Twenty minutes passed since you felt any faint movement.
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>You waited longer because you had to be sure, Ditzy was waiting to spray again as you were ready to open the fridge.
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>Didn't think you'd get this much use out of a mop today.
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>The mop was aimed at where the fridge will open, ready to stab the thing like a spartan.
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>You share a determined nod with Ditzy then grab the handle and pull.
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>A thick green cloud of smoke emitted from the opening.
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>You left the opening small enough just to be cautious.
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>As the smoke cleared, the thing was visibly dead. Glistened with bleach and bug spray.
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"Thank fuck. Ditzy pass me the flashlight," you say reaching your left hand out, palm open.
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>Only took a second for Ditzy to fetch it, and you shine the light into the fridge.
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>More of the heavy fog that flowed out and gathered at the foot of the fridge.
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>From the looks of the things, the fucker had shrunk the last time you saw it.
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>To be fair, you didn't exactly want to get a better look the first time.
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>The vines that wrapped around the fridge shelves looked dried out, thin and fragile.
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>You didn't want to keep looking at this much longer, but upon shining the flashlight on the lower part of the roach something reflected light back.
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"What the fuck?"
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>You focus the light, and find a faint bit of purple that's trying to shine but is only clouded by the filth that's stuck to it.
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>You poke at it with the mop handle, and it rolls out of the fridge.
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>Hitting the kitchen floor with a distinct glass-like ping.
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>It looked like some kind of gem that can fit in the palm of your hands, which made your eyebrow raise.
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>Here you were thinking this rotten grape was just the last bit of food in the fridge.
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>You shut the fridge door, you already verified the thing is dead.
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>And you'd like to never set your eyes on a buff roach like that ever again.
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>Anyway, you need to get a better look at this gem, you'll clean it up first.
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>Who knows? Might be worth some money, and after dealing with this skin-crawling creep, it's only fair to pad your pockets a little more.
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>After you dumped what little water was left in the bucket, you come back to using the kitchen sink's second-degree burning water.
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>A little bit of dish soap from a bottle that was under the sink.
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>You added just enough water to cover the gem.
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>A few swishes in the bucket were already taking off the sticky dirt that was clouding it.
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>You had to be quick picking it out of the bucket, the water was just that hot.
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>Ditzy fluttered around you, tilting her head left and right as you get ready to flash the light on it after you've cleaned it up.
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>It had a magenta glow to it, but after a closer look, you noticed there were trapped air bubbles inside.
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"Ditzy, do you see this?"
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>She floats closer to see, "you don't see that every day," she said, intrigued as she tried looking at it from different angles.
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>"Can I see the flashlight? Hold the gem a little."
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>You shrug and pass it to her, not sure what she's on about.
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>Using your middle and ring finger along with your thumb, you clamp the gem as she shines the light on it.
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>"Hmmm," she squints her eyes as she gets a little closer.
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>"Spin it a little?"
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"Sure?"
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>You use your other hand to spin it from its side.
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>The flashlight hits the gem only to display nothing on the wall it hit, except the flaws in the gem that are likened to misshaped bubbles.
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>"Aww, I was hoping for a message..."
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"You might be looking too into it."
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>A knock on the doorframe catches your attention.
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>Berry stands at the opened door of the apartment.
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>"I take it you're done for the day?"
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>You nod.
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>"Up to anything tonight? We should brainstorm about the plan."
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>You shrug, already wanting to punch the clock.
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"Sounds good."
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>"I'll drop by a little later, okay? I know you'd probably want to shower and what have you."
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"See you then."
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>A nice shower was enough to get your mind off the events that took place today.
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>You walked into your basement, with a mid-afternoon coffee in hand, surprised to hear so many voices as you descend the stairs.
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>Ditzy, Berry, and Applejack were all having a chat by the bar.
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>Appljack raises her head to tip her hat.
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>Threw you off since you didn't expect Applejack to be up passed six in the afternoon.
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>Before you can open your mouth for a 'the fuck are you doing here' comment, she spoke.
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>"Ah was in the neighborhood, wanted to say hi, and might have a job for ya that's comin' up."
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>She takes a look around the place, nodding. "Ah didn't know your setup down here was this impressive."
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>You join Ditzy behind the counter.
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"I think the last time you were here was when it was under construction right?"
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>"Oh wow, that long?" Berry asks, "you've been missing out."
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"Trust me she'll show up more when I get cider on tap."
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>Applejack raises an eyebrow, "got an E.T.A. on that?"
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"Waiting on a big payday. You'll be happy to know the recent payment from your project is going to that fund."
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>"Ah might have something else for ya in the coming weeks. Now correct me if Ah'm wrong, but Ah heard you guys usually hang out on the weekends?"
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"We do, but today, Berry stopped so we can brainstorm a solution to a hang-up with the apartment job we're working."
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>You pour a swig of whiskey into your coffee and grab a bar spoon to give it a stir.
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>Right away you can tell Applejack was going to say something, you put your hand up.
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"Coffee for focus, booze to loosen up for creativity. Try it sometime."
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>"Ah'll take your word for it, never been much to mix business with pleasure myself, but to each their own."
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>You crack a smile.
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"Gonna start calling it that now, fucking brilliant."
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>Berry clears her throat. "So anyone got ideas?"
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>"For what?" Applejack asks. "Y'all wanna clue me in here?"
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"It's the fridge in the apartment that nobody wants. Maintenance won't touch it, Management wants it taken care of, which pretty much has been the tune of this whole job."
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>"And you're sure there are no parts that can be salvaged?"
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>You and Ditzy share a look.
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"Berry, we couldn't be bothered to find out."
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>"Right right, the thing in the fridge."
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"We'd be doing a world a favor if we can just throw it in a pit and set it on fire."
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>"Y'all need a spot for a bonfire then?"
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>Your eyes dart over to Berry, then Applejack.
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"You got a spot?"
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>"Ah have a place in mind."
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>You take a deep relieving breath.
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"Oh thank fuck, here I was thinking we'd have to do some illegal dumping somewhere."
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>"How soon y'all need it out of there?"
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"As soon as possible."
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>You take the first sip of your drink.
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"I know you're an early bird, but any chance you can bring your trailer to the apartments late tonight?"
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>"Sure no problem, bud."
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>You internally fist pump.
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"Applejack, you're getting the first glass of cider the moment I get the system installed."
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>Berry finally laid back on her stool, you imagine a weight of responsibility and worry just lifted off of her.
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>"Anon, gonna need a round of shots."
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"Maybe save the celebration until after the fridge is in a hole on fire."
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>From what you can guess, it's nearly eleven at night.
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>Town is usually dead by nine, but you're trying to be careful.
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>You and Ditzy wait outside the apartment, waiting for Applejack to pull her trailer nearby.
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>While you and Ditzy chit chat, you leaned against the dolly you pulled from the maintenance shed.
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>And wisely, you didn't sign it out, can't leave any trails to this.
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>You can feel this project is just about wrapped up.
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>Tomorrow, it'll just be an all-around cleaning and inspection afterward.
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>You'll return Coco's keys, enjoy some peace and quiet as the week comes to a close, and have an all-out party.
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>"Anon did you decide where we're going later this week?"
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"Hmm?"
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>"Our date."
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"Oh."
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>You let out a chuckle.
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"Let me worry about that."
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>"You haven't decided yet?"
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"I already know where to go."
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>"Okay Anon, if not..."
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>Her eyes drift to your belt buckle, "well, you know."
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"Is that a threat?"
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>"I think so."
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"Doesn't your jaw get tired? Sore even?"
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>The troublemaking grin that emerged was unmistakable.
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>"Never."
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"...."
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>Mares.
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>Mares and their goddamn default horniness.
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>Moments later you hear the wheels on the trailer pull up just outside the gate of the courtyard.
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>"Y'all done flirting up there?" Applejack says loud enough to wake up ponies in Los Pegasus.
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>It felt like it was an hour of walking to get to this "place" she was talking about earlier.
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>The hardest part was getting down the stairs with the dolly, then out into the outskirts of town.
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>You covered the fridge with a big enough old torn blanket since a tarp would make too much noise.
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>Berry insisted on wearing shades and a scarf over her head to not get recognized.
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>You appreciated the effort, but she's taking this incognito bit too far.
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>Granted, she's got her job and her bosses' property on the line.
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>But to cover the rest of her body in a big grey beach towel makes you throw your hands up.
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>That transporting part was uneventful, nothing any eye witness would make note of, ponies move things during the night anyway.
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>What baffled you was how far out this place was, past what you can guess is a few acres of thick forestry, you were still on the Apple's Property.
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>After about another twenty minutes, there was a faint smokey aroma amongst the usual forest fragrance in the middle of the night.
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>You reach an open field.
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>The moonlight and the torches you all carrying lit up the area a fair bit.
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>A the center of it is what looks like a lot like a bonfire pile.
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>The pile of burnt junk was only stacked roughly at four feet if you had to guess.
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>The ground had a mixture of dirt and ash surrounding this pile.
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>As you approached the pile, the smokey air got thicker, a fire happened recently.
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"So this is where you took that old barn? How far out are we?"
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>"Pretty darn far southwest in the west orchard. But this here is where deal with junk."
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>Applejack shrugged off the trailer harness.
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>"Now, Anon, what the hell are you on about with chains and shovels? The heck is in this fridge?"
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>Ditzy shudders right next to you while Berry nods in agreement with Applejack.
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>"Does this thing really require this thorough of a plan?"
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"Yes. Maintenance didn't decide to not mess with the apartment on a whim. This is the main reason."
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>You walk to the trailer and pull over the torn blanket, grabbing a shovel.
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"Step one. We dig."
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>You stop in front of Berry Punch.
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"Take off the getup, will you? No one is gonna see you out here. Christ."
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>"Deep enough don'tcha think?" Applejack asks between catching her breath and trying to arrange the tail end of the trailer at the edge of the hole.
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>You don't know where all the energy came from, looking at how well you dug out this hole.
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>While Berry and Ditzy were gathering bone-dry leaves and wood, you were possessed by some kind of restless, feral autonomy.
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>You lie down on the dirt mound for a moment to catch your breath, the shovel as your pillow as you catch Applejack's eye contact.
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>You nod.
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"Should be. Dump it."
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>Applejack tilts the trailer just enough for the fridge to slide and crash into the hole.
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>To your benefit, it landed on the doors.
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>It was already wrapped in chains several times.
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>You close your eyes, a breath of ease, finally.
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>The sound of dry wood and leaves getting dumped along with hearing empty spaces of the fuel cans swish back in forth was music to your ears.
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>If that thing survived your initial assault, there's no escape from this at least.
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>"Anon you got your break, ya better move 'less you wanna get burned too."
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>After a matchbook was lit and tossed into the hole, you watch the initial engulfing blaze burst out.
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>All of you had plenty of distance, but the heat could still be felt.
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>Everyone sat on a log that Applejack rolled over, watching the flame dance.
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>With a smile on your face, the fire crackled, fully sustainable.
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>Finally the worst and hardest part of the job was over.
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>With relative ease, even with all the covert operations of getting dumped.
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>No one hurt or electrocuted.
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>Ditzy leans against you, a wing wraps your torso to pull you to her.
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>"So what are we doing tomorrow?"
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"Finishing this project. Hand Coco the keys to her much nicer apartment, with an invoice. Then see Dustbowl to get my other payment."
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>"And then date night on Friday?"
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>Applejack's ears perk up, and she casts a look, plenty smug in her eyes but she knew not to ruin the moment with poking fun.
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>You wrap your arm around Ditzy, a smile of your own as you look into the night sky, warmed by the glow of an enemy-disintegrating bonfire.
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>Pulling her close, you both mutually nuzzle each other.
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>Somehow all this smoke and fire couldn't replace the freshly baked cookie smell in her mane.
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"You bet, Ditzy."
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>"And after that?"
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>A beat of silence, along with an image of Ditzy blushing in your mind's eyes.
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>Along with cooing in your ear, arousal flairs up for a second.
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"Hard to say."
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>Ditzy has a hushed laugh, you looking down at her, you can see her cheeks have a pink hue to them.
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>"And what about this weekend?"
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>You had to laugh to yourself.
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"Probably take Dash's money in poker."
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End of part 6
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