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UNTITLED (Fluttershy) by Trente-Neuf

By SlavePonyGeneral
Created: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-01-08 21:19:43
Expiry: Never

anon fluttershy safe /spg/drama

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[Copied from https://pastebin.com/raw/PWZdPNsc]
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>You are Anon.
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>And you've just force-fed a raw steak to a little technicolor pony.
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>She wasn't the one you wanted to buy, but still, does that warrant what you did?
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>Seriously, what did she ever do to you?
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>From your side of the room, you can see the little yellow-and-pink ball that is her sprawled in the corner.
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>She's been bawling for half an hour, no sign of stopping.
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>Holy shit, the mare's got waterworks.
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>The rush faded away 20 minutes ago.
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>Her suffering is no longer making you happy.
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>You're no longer happy.
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>This is actually kind of sad.
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>Well...
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>At any rate, you can't just leave her there.
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>You leave your position propped up against the wall, and stand.
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>Carry your pone into the living room, all the while she's sniffling and mumbling incoherently.
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>Drop her on the sofa.
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>Yes, drop her. The pathetic whimper you know she'll make is too good to pass up.
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>Stuff like that always makes you feel good on the inside.
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>You make yourself some toast; torturing an innocent little furball sure drains you.
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>You don't know what compels you to wait around until she finally begins to sleep.
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>Chewing on the piece of burnt toast, you think, but would never admit, that it's some fatherly instinct you've been trying to ignore.
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>She looks so peaceful curled up on the couch.
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>Go away, conscience. Please kindly shut the hell up.
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>A quick check of the clock shows you that it's get-the-fuck-to-bed time.
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>Well into the real nigga hours.
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>If there's one thing you're happy for, it is the sleep that quickly overtakes you.
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>You drag yourself out of bed at 6 in the morning.
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>Didn't get much sleep, but you've got enough.
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>You pull on some shitty clothes, not expecting to leave the house today.
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>Slightly oversized t-shirt, an alright pair of pants, and a sweatshirt, you're also going barefoot.
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>As you enter the living room, you note the yellow pony's absence.
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"An early bird, huh?"
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>You proceed to flop on the sofa.
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>TV remote is just within your reach...
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>With more willpower than movement, you manage to inch it into your hand after a couple tries.
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>Flipping through news channels you glimpse the pony's yellow face peeking around the doorway.
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>It's gone before you finish turning your head.
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>You call after her:
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"Hey! Hey, wait!"
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>No response at all.
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>She's terrified of you.
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*sigh*
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>And you don't blame her, you get pretty bad when you're mad.
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>Not to mention a moderate sadism issue on your part.
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>Yeeeeah.
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>You'd better at least apologize so she isn't permanently scared of you.
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>You wouldn't exactly enjoy that.
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>Alright, you stand up and poke your head outside the doorway.
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>You search for a second, looking down one side of the hallway, then the other.
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>Doesn't look like anything is around in the rooms to your right.
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>After a brief search, you turn your head to the left to see a pink tail and a bit of a leg poking out from a pile of laundry.
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>Fucking seriously.
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>11/10, 2stealthy4me.
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"Nice hiding spot, can't see you at all"
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>A slightly-muffled, timid squeak is the response. Seriously, the sounds this pony makes.
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"I'm not gonna hurt you or anything, please just come out,"
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>...
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>Worth a try.
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"I just wanted to apologize. I went completely overboard last night and kind of took out my anger on you,"
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>Nothing?
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>Well, you did kind of force her to eat half a pound of raw meat.
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"Fine, you win, uh... wow, I never got your name, did I?"
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>So much for that, you begin to turn away.
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>It takes you completely by surprise when she answers you.
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>"Fluttershy. My name, it's Fluttershy"
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>A while passes as you watch the news.
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>It's typical stuff going on around the world:
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>That revolt of pony slaves in Kansas and Nebraska was finally put down.
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>The UN was bickering about stuff.
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>Some of the last of the Equestrian Royal Guard was killed or captured in an allied raid on their hideout.
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>And the price of gas went down from the $5 a gallon it was, barely.
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>Fluttershy enters the room during a commercial break, took her long enough.
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>She keeps her distance, though, she's still wary of you.
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>She doesn't seem like the type to walk up and start a conversation, the pony probably has something to ask you.
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>You ask her first.
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"What's up? Do you need something?"
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>You turn the TV off and look over at her.
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>She stands nervously, eyes trained down at her hooves.
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>"Well, uh, do you have any food that I could eat, i-if that's okay?"
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>The mare looks up at you inquisitively.
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>She must still be scared that breakfast today will be a repeat of last night.
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>You smile warmly, you make sure she recognizes it as genuine.
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"Yeah, actually. I was gonna make breakfast in a bit; gotta see what I have, but there'll be something,"
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>It's met with a quiet "Thank you"
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>Reach the kitchen, Flutter trailing behind you.
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>Gesturing to a bag of bagels, you ask:
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"You like bagels?"
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>She can only barely see them over the counter.
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>"Oh, I've never had one before, but I'm sure they're good,"
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>Okay, let's see what else you have.
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>You search the cupboards; they're never well-stocked, but you actually manage to find an unopened box of cereal off to the side.
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>You hold it out to her.
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"Looks like I've got some cereal, if you'd rather have that,"
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>She examines the minimalistic store-brand box.
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>"This also looks good, though,"
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>You point towards a bowl over on the other side of the room as the pony puts the cereal box on the counter.
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>"There's some fruit over there, if you'd rather have that,"
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>"Fruit sounds good, too,"
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>She keeps this up as you offer you think she could eat.
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>You'll have to make her choose.
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"Alright, but which one do you want?"
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>She examines everything you've set aside.
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>You can't like everything, now can you?
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>"Um, well, uh, I kind of might actually like... Nevermind, nevermind,"
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>You decide to help her along.
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"If you can't tell me what you want, at least tell me what you think you want,"
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>She should be able to recognize the impatience in your voice.
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>She contemplates this for a second.
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>"O-okay, I was kind of thinking that I'd like like some cereal, but a bagel sounds interesting,"
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>You grab the cereal box as she is talking and pour her a bowl.
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>"U-uh I was kind of thinking I-"
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"Do you like your cereal with milk?"
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>"Might have possibly wanted a bagel,"
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>You open the fridge and grab the milk jug.
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"You couldn't make up your mind, so I decided for you. Now let me ask again, do you prefer cereal with milk?"
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>Kind of harsh, but you do legally own her, as a slave, at that.
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>She's lucky you gave her a choice at all.
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>She considers it for a moment.
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>"Oh, alright, I guess I do"
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>That's fucking right. Your pony is not an "I don't eat cereal with milk" weirdo.
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>You were pretty sure people like that were alien spies or some shit.
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>You pour some in the bowl, and put the milk on the counter.
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>Take a spoon for her, just to be safe.
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>You look over to Fluttershy, she's sitting on the floor out of your way, but still watching what you're doing.
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>Nope, you're not exactly sure how a pony eats something like cereal.
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>You get yourself some, too.
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>Mostly because the box is still open, you've always been kind of lazy.
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>You bring the two bowls into the living room, she gets up and follows.
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"So, Fluttershy, what'd you do before all this?"
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>You place the bowls on the coffee table and take a seat.
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>She hesitates to get on the couch for a second, but eventually joins you.
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>"Oh, I took care of animals, it was great! There were sooooo many critters and...
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>Elaborating on the subject, she ends up giving you a continuous, five-minute-long run-on sentence, describing every unnecessary, excruciating detail about her "animal friends".
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>It's pretty cute.
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>You have to admit *she's* cute, too.
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>This is the happiest you've ever seen her, and it melts yo heart like diabeetus.
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>The bowls have been sitting out for all this time, you know what that means.
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"Hope you don't mind soggy cereal there,"
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>She looks sadly at her breakfast, then to you:
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>"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
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>You sigh and shake your head.
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"It happens, Flutter. If you still feel like eating it, go ahead,"
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>You're not (too) pissed, and soggy cereal is still food.
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>She seems to share the sentiment, eating the stuff straight from the bowl.
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>So that's how they do it.
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>Huh.
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>You turn the TV on, it's still on the news channel.
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>"... latest reports of gunfire in Washington, D.C., at least 4 dead, Many more wounded, and this is coming to us just as-"
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>You shut the TV down.
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>So much for that.
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>After turning off the TV you spend much of the day in conversation with Fluttershy.
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>It's mostly small talk while the both of you tidy up the house.
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>She tells you about life back where she came from.
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>The little community she lived in, the adventures she had, the friends she loved.
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>It would seem as if she had a pretty nice life.
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>Your life really wasn't that great.
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>But considering what you'd seen other people go through in the past few years?
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>Oh, it sure as hell wasn't the worst.
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>You had finished your bachelor's degree a year ago, and now ran the family store.
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>You weren't drafted, either, but that was a very close call.
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>They'd actually called your birthday on the service lottery back when the war was at its climax.
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>It was getting brutal over there.
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>The sole reason that kept you out of the meat grinder was a tibia that never healed correctly.
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>You ponder what might have happened differently over a pile of unfinished tax papers, while Flutter hovers a couple feet in the air, sweeping the floor.
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>It's strange how they can fly with wings that small.
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>Considering the fact that it's early December, the sun has almost set, even though it's only 4:00.
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>Tomorrow is the first day you put your pony to work.
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>Yep, you definitely aren't rich enough to buy a slave just as a companion and light housekeeper.
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>You'd gone over this with her already.
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>You'll have to show her how things work, but manning the cash register and restocking shelves isn't too hard.
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>Just tedious.
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>Except for when someone tries to sneak out a solar panel or dynamo to get around electricity rationing.
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>Or, when someone abandons stealth completely and tries to rob you.
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>So many people carry weapons on them these days.
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>Hence why you keep a glock under the counter.
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>17 shots, no 38.
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>The sad part is that it's actually come in handy before.
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>Multiple times.