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>You are a lonely man
>You live in an apartment all by yourself.
>Your family never calls or visits.
>You stopped contacting your friends when you left highschool.
>So very lonely.
>School, work, internet, sleep, School, work, internet, sleep, School, work, internet, sleep.
>Same shit everyday.
>You kind of wish you were dead on most days.
>On the internet you discover fluffy ponies are becoming quite the hype, but you quickly dismiss the thought of getting one.
>You don't have a car or anything special, you don't really want anything special.
>You always walk to the university, its far but the apartments closer to it are quite pricy.
>You leave 2 hours earlier so you can make it to class on time.
>It's Friday.
>Today you get invited to a party.
>You decline, as always.
>You don't understand why these people keep trying to invite you.
>You just want to go home and sleep, walking makes you tired.
>It's Saturday
>You think you'll stay inside today.
>You despise the sun and avoid it when you don't have to go outside.
>You are lonely and miserable.
>You flip through channels, boring as shit.
>You go on the internet, nothing interesting.
>You play vidya gaems, you've beat them all before.
>You lay on your bed doing nothing.
>All of the sudden you go into deep thought.
>You get up
>Take a shower
>Get dressed.
You raise your arm over your face and curse the sun as you step outside.
>You start walking
>Walking
>Walking
>Walking
>You made it
>You are greeted by a girl, she's pretty attractive and leads you outside.
>Once outside you are greeted by a bunch of fluffy ponies waiting anxiously for someone to take them home.
>This makes you feel uneasy, so many adult ones to choose from.
>The girl takes you inside where the fillies that are abandoned by their parents are put.
>You see grey ones, brown ones, tan ones, black ones, white ones, but there's one that just sticks out.
>It's a pink filly looking at you through the glass smiling.
>She's the only one smiling.
>So cute, but so... pink.
>You smile at the girl and tell her you'll think about it and don't have the money right now.
>She smiles back.
>You spend the rest of the weekend alone.
>Monday comes around.
>You get up feeling less groggy.
>You go to school and then to work with a smile.
>You can't explain why.
>The week seems to pass with ease this time.
>It's Friday night.
>You are in deep thought again.
>You are thinking about that pink fluffy filly.
>The little curl in front of her head was kind of adorable.
>You aren't going to lie to yourself anymore, that pink fur was also pretty cute.
>It had bright blue eyes that reminded you of the ocean.
>Your fondest childhood memories was when your dad would take you to the ocean to go sailing before he died.
>The most noticeable thing? That fucking smile, it was the most infectious smile you have ever seen.
>You sleep early tonight.
>As soon as you get up you take a shower, get dressed and go outside embracing the warm rays of the sun.
>there's a spring in your step today.
>You arrive at the bank, you've been saving money.
>You don't really know what for, you've never wanted anything special.
>You are sure you want this.
>You see that same girl again and smile at her.
>"Make up your mind?"
>"Yeah, I think I want one of those fillies."
>"Alright right this way."
>You see that same filly, this time she's grinning from ear to ear and leaning on the glass of the cage.
>"I'll take this one."
>You also buy a cage, a bottle, and a special milk formula.
>You carry her home in one arm and carry the cage in the other hand and whistle the whole way home.
>You spend your whole day playing with her and the void in your heart has been filled.
>Monday came almost instantly this time.
>You pay attention in school and are bright and cheery at work, your smile knows no limits.
>You notice a bakery on the way home.
>You go in and buy a cupcake.
>You wonder if she's old enough to eat yet.
>When you get home you see her crying and that little curl on her head has gone straight.
>"P-pinkie?"
>She looks up and continues sobbing.
>"Daddy hate fwuffy, daddy weave fwuffy like fwuffies mommy."
>You never considered the fact that she's just a filly and that she would feel alone with your schedule.
>You take her out of the cage and hold her in your arms.
>"No Pinkie Daddy loves you and he always will. I'm so sorry I don't want to leave you alone but I have to so I can go to school and work."
>You hold her in your arm and show her the cupcake.
>She nibbles at it and her hair goes curly again.
>Looks like she can't really chew yet.
>She looks back up at you with the cutest smile now accompanied by a frosting mustache which amplifies the cuteness to about 20% more.
>You play with her the rest of the day then let her sleep with you in the bed.
>It's Tuesday morning
>You hope your talk with Pinkie will make her feel better while you're gone.
>You get home and you find her depressed and crying again.
>You hug her and play with her and let her sleep in your arms again.
>This other side of her breaks your heart.
>Wednesday
>"Hey man do you want to go to a party tonight at my place?"
>Are they seriously still asking you?
>"Yes."
>He sighs "... wait what really? well OK here's the address and Give me your number just in case you need verbal directions okie dokie lokie?."
>Is he serious? something about this guy reminds you of someone of something you just can't quite place your finger on it.
>Before you go home you make a stop at the fluffy adoption center.
>You gather up courage before you head inside.
>You ask her if she wants to go to the party.
>She smiles and accepts.
>You go home and change
>Pinkie is depressed again.
>You couldn't possibly...
>"Hey Pinkie want to go to a party with daddy?"
>"Pawty?"
>"Mmmmhmmm it might cheer you up."
>You go to the party with Pinkie in your arms, she looks up at you doubtful.
>It's great the guy that invited you introduces you to some people and you have a few drinks together and become friends.
>Then she shows up.
>Your friend nudges you.
>"Don't worry man I'll watch after Pinkie."
>You hit it off great, you're kind of shy with girls but she is different somehow.
>Before you know it you have her number and you're making out.
>You get back and you see your "friend" giving pinkie alcohol.
>"Hey bro what the fuck that CANT be good for her."
>"Relax bro I only gave her a little bit."
>You let it slide, he's your friend now, friends do stupid things.
>Soon the party came to an end an you walk your girlfriend home and walk home with your little Pinkie.
>Pinkie kind of babbles the whole way home, you cant understand a word of it but it is pretty fucking adorable.
>You laugh and smile the whole way home.
>She snuggles on top of your chest as you sleep tonight.
>It's Thursday.
>You have a hangover.
>Today before you leave Pinkie stops you "Daddy pawty pawty pawty."
>"Ughh not now Pinkie how did you get out of your cage?"
>She frowns as you put her back in her cage.
>"I'm sorry Pinkie maybe next month or something."
>Today you don't smile, you wonder how pinkie was able to get out of her cage.
>You get back home and she's done it again somehow.
>You know fluffy ponies have a tendency to get themselves hurt... or worse.
>You start to worry.
>You find her on your sofa with a beer in her hoof.
>You notice other beer bottles empty on the floor.
>"PINKIE! How did you get out of your cage and where did you get all this alcohol?"
>She glares at you and grumbles.
>Same thing happens on Friday
>The same shit.
>You watch over her the whole weekend, she has lost the intensity of that smile of hers and it breaks your heart even more.
>It happens all of next week too.
>That's it you've had it.
>You take her to the adoption center and ask her if she knows a good fluffy pony vet.
>She can see the fear and worry in your eyes.
>You get to the vet, she tells you to wait outside.
>She then later comes out with Pinkie and hands you a bottle of antidepressants.
>You start crying.
>It's Monday
>You give her one tablet before you leave.
>You are now a depressed man yourself, that smile you had weeks ago is now gone along with Pinkies.
>When you get back you don't see her in her cage again.
>You don't see her on the sofa either.
>You go back in your room and lift your blanket.
>She is lying there with an empty bottle of anti depressants.
>You take her back to the vet.
>The vet pumps the contents out of her stomach.
>You carry her home crying the whole way.
>You get inside the door, close it, and sit down on the floor in front of it.
>This isn't the same Pinkie you fell in love with at first sight.
>She stares up at you as you hold her in your arms.
>Those beautiful eyes you love now have no emotion whatsoever.
>You start to strangle her in your arms.
>She is squirming on your arms.
>"I-I'm sorry Pinkie daddy loves you he really does."
>Soon she stops squirming.
>You cry nonstop that night until you pass out next to her dead cold lifeless body.
>Time passes.
>You ran out of food 3 days ago.
>You don't think you'll be going outside to buy anymore food.
>She calls you.
>You don't want to talk to her... ever.
>You just sit there.
>Her body rotting by the door.
>Just sitting.
>You are a lonely man.

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>You are a lonely man
>You live in an apartment all by yourself.
>Your family never calls or visits.
>You stopped contacting your friends when you left highschool.
>So very lonely.
>School, work, internet, sleep, School, work, internet, sleep, School, work, internet, sleep.
>Same shit everyday.
>You kind of wish you were dead on most days.
>On the internet you discover fluffy ponies are becoming quite the hype, but you quickly dismiss the thought of getting one.
>You don't have a car or anything special, you don't really want anything special.
>You always walk to the university, its far but the apartments closer to it are quite pricy.
>You leave 2 hours earlier so you can make it to class on time.
>It's Friday.
>Today you get invited to a party.
>You decline, as always.
>You don't understand why these people keep trying to invite you.
>You just want to go home and sleep, walking makes you tired.
>It's Saturday
>You think you'll stay inside today.
>You despise the sun and avoid it when you don't have to go outside.
>You are lonely and miserable.
>You flip through channels, boring as shit.
>You go on the internet, nothing interesting.
>You play vidya gaems, you've beat them all before.
>You lay on your bed doing nothing.
>All of the sudden you go into deep thought.
>You get up
>Take a shower
>Get dressed.
You raise your arm over your face and curse the sun as you step outside.
>You start walking
>Walking
>Walking
>Walking
>You made it
>You are greeted by a girl, she's pretty attractive and leads you outside.
>Once outside you are greeted by a bunch of fluffy ponies waiting anxiously for someone to take them home.
>This makes you feel uneasy, so many adult ones to choose from.
>The girl takes you inside where the fillies that are abandoned by their parents are put.
>You see grey ones, brown ones, tan ones, black ones, white ones, but there's one that just sticks out.
>It's a pink filly looking at you through the glass smiling.
>She's the only one smiling.
>So cute, but so... pink.
>You smile at the girl and tell her you'll think about it and don't have the money right now.
>She smiles back.
>You spend the rest of the weekend alone.
>Monday comes around.
>You get up feeling less groggy.
>You go to school and then to work with a smile.
>You can't explain why.
>The week seems to pass with ease this time.
>It's Friday night.
>You are in deep thought again.
>You are thinking about that pink fluffy filly.
>The little curl in front of her head was kind of adorable.
>You aren't going to lie to yourself anymore, that pink fur was also pretty cute.
>It had bright blue eyes that reminded you of the ocean.
>Your fondest childhood memories was when your dad would take you to the ocean to go sailing before he died.
>The most noticeable thing? That fucking smile, it was the most infectious smile you have ever seen.
>You sleep early tonight.
>As soon as you get up you take a shower, get dressed and go outside embracing the warm rays of the sun.
>there's a spring in your step today.
>You arrive at the bank, you've been saving money.
>You don't really know what for, you've never wanted anything special.
>You are sure you want this.
>You see that same girl again and smile at her.
>"Make up your mind?"
>"Yeah, I think I want one of those fillies."
>"Alright right this way."
>You see that same filly, this time she's grinning from ear to ear and leaning on the glass of the cage.
>"I'll take this one."
>You also buy a cage, a bottle, and a special milk formula.
>You carry her home in one arm and carry the cage in the other hand and whistle the whole way home.
>You spend your whole day playing with her and the void in your heart has been filled.
>Monday came almost instantly this time.
>You pay attention in school and are bright and cheery at work, your smile knows no limits.
>You notice a bakery on the way home.
>You go in and buy a cupcake.
>You wonder if she's old enough to eat yet.
>When you get home you see her crying and that little curl on her head has gone straight.
>"P-pinkie?"
>She looks up and continues sobbing. 
>"Daddy hate fwuffy, daddy weave fwuffy like fwuffies mommy."
>You never considered the fact that she's just a filly and that she would feel alone with your schedule.
>You take her out of the cage and hold her in your arms.
>"No Pinkie Daddy loves you and he always will. I'm so sorry I don't want to leave you alone but I have to so I can go to school and work."
>You hold her in your arm and show her the cupcake.
>She nibbles at it and her hair goes curly again.
>Looks like she can't really chew yet.
>She looks back up at you with the cutest smile now accompanied by a frosting mustache which amplifies the cuteness to about 20% more. 
>You play with her the rest of the day then let her sleep with you in the bed.
>It's Tuesday morning
>You hope your talk with Pinkie will make her feel better while you're gone.
>You get home and you find her depressed and crying again.
>You hug her and play with her and let her sleep in your arms again.
>This other side of her breaks your heart.
>Wednesday 
>"Hey man do you want to go to a party tonight at my place?"
>Are they seriously still asking you?
>"Yes."
>He sighs "... wait what really? well OK here's the address and Give me your number just in case you need verbal directions okie dokie lokie?."
>Is he serious? something about this guy reminds you of someone of something you just can't quite place your finger on it.
>Before you go home you make a stop at the fluffy adoption center.
>You gather up courage before you head inside.
>You ask her if she wants to go to the party.
>She smiles and accepts.
>You go home and change
>Pinkie is depressed again.
>You couldn't possibly...
>"Hey Pinkie want to go to a party with daddy?"
>"Pawty?"
>"Mmmmhmmm it might cheer you up."
>You go to the party with Pinkie in your arms, she looks up at you doubtful. 
>It's great the guy that invited you introduces you to some people and you have a few drinks together and become friends.
>Then she shows up.
>Your friend nudges you.
>"Don't worry man I'll watch after Pinkie."
>You hit it off great, you're kind of shy with girls but she is different somehow.
>Before you know it you have her number and you're making out.
>You get back and you see your "friend" giving pinkie alcohol.
>"Hey bro what the fuck that CANT be good for her."
>"Relax bro I only gave her a little bit."
>You let it slide, he's your friend now, friends do stupid things.
>Soon the party came to an end an you walk your girlfriend home and walk home with your little Pinkie.
>Pinkie kind of babbles the whole way home, you cant understand a word of it but it is pretty fucking adorable.
>You laugh and smile the whole way home.
>She snuggles on top of your chest as you sleep tonight.
>It's Thursday.
>You have a hangover.
>Today before you leave Pinkie stops you "Daddy pawty pawty pawty."
>"Ughh not now Pinkie how did you get out of your cage?"
>She frowns as you put her back in her cage.
>"I'm sorry Pinkie maybe next month or something."
>Today you don't smile, you wonder how pinkie was able to get out of her cage.
>You get back home and she's done it again somehow.
>You know fluffy ponies have a tendency to get themselves hurt... or worse.
>You start to worry.
>You find her on your sofa with a beer in her hoof.
>You notice other beer bottles empty on the floor.
>"PINKIE! How did you get out of your cage and where did you get all this alcohol?"
>She glares at you and grumbles.
>Same thing happens on Friday
>The same shit.
>You watch over her the whole weekend, she has lost the intensity of that smile of hers and it breaks your heart even more.
>It happens all of next week too.
>That's it you've had it.
>You take her to the adoption center and ask her if she knows a good fluffy pony vet.
>She can see the fear and worry in your eyes.
>You get to the vet, she tells you to wait outside.
>She then later comes out with Pinkie and hands you a bottle of antidepressants.
>You start crying.
>It's Monday
>You give her one tablet before you leave. 
>You are now a depressed man yourself, that smile you had weeks ago is now gone along with Pinkies.
>When you get back you don't see her in her cage again.
>You don't see her on the sofa either.
>You go back in your room and lift your blanket.
>She is lying there with an empty bottle of anti depressants. 
>You take her back to the vet.
>The vet pumps the contents out of her stomach.
>You carry her home crying the whole way.
>You get inside the door, close it, and sit down on the floor in front of it.
>This isn't the same Pinkie you fell in love with at first sight.
>She stares up at you as you hold her in your arms.
>Those beautiful eyes you love now have no emotion whatsoever. 
>You start to strangle her in your arms.
>She is squirming on your arms.
>"I-I'm sorry Pinkie daddy loves you he really does."
>Soon she stops squirming.
>You cry nonstop that night until you pass out next to her dead cold lifeless body.
>Time passes.
>You ran out of food 3 days ago.
>You don't think you'll be going outside to buy anymore food.
>She calls you.
>You don't want to talk to her... ever.
>You just sit there.
>Her body rotting by the door.
>Just sitting.
>You are a lonely man.

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