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"So, back on track. It is true that we don't have any proof, but we have
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\ to assume the worst. Reasonably. Anyway, leave it to me, you shouldn't
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\ concern yourself with any of that... Oh."
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He's anxious again.
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"So look. I saw you and immediately assumed that you've escaped from some
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\ people that did -- that -- to you and I need to hide you ASAP and then
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\ improvise from there. If you don't need to hide, then I've just ~~kidnapped
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\ you... what must you think of me...~~" -- he doesn't look too good.
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Fuck, more writing. I have to calm him down, quick. I clack in rapid succession.
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Y O U H E L P E D Y O U S A V E D M E C O M E O N C A L M D O W N
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No?
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I C A N T S U R V I V E O N M Y O W N Y O U A R E M Y L I F E L I N E
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Still no?
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I H A V E N O W H E R E T O G O A N Y W A Y
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That's assuming somehow I've ended up surviving the apocalypse. All the hints
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\ are here by now.
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Y O U A R E F R I E N D T H I S I S H O M E
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I don't know what else to say. Looks like it's working though.
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"You want to stay? Oh man, you are more than welcome!"
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S O R R Y I C A N T H E L P C A N T E V E N T A L K .
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I bow again.
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P L E A S E T A K E C A R E O F T H I S U S E L E S S P O N Y .
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Finally. I sit down again.
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"Mute, don't say such things. You are anything but useless and you are not a pony."
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I show him my hooves and shrug. Whatever old man. You're right, I'm not even a pony.
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"We'll see about those. Let's get you fed."
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[[Food sounds good.|next]]
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