On Thursday morning, nothing seems terribly out of place. As far as everyone can see, nothing is off, no one's is missing or unaccounted for. Everyone is free to wake up at their own times and mingle as they see fit.
[Buddy is unsurprisingly alive and is a bit of a grouchy mood. At least it's not Friday.
She'll be making her way to the school house to grab some new sheets of paper to doodle on, pouting all the while. Might even kick some snow your way if she doesn't like you, or wave if she does.]
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She'll be making her way to the school house to grab some new sheets of paper to doodle on, pouting all the while. Might even kick some snow your way if she doesn't like you, or wave if she does.]
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[You want to ride on this stunning pony don't you, Buddy?]
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What is that? Looks like a giant deer.
[People ride deers in her homeland, not horses...]
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My.
God.
[Buddy your home land doesn't have lesbians or horses. You're coming home with her.]
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[And so she does. What's the worse that can happen?]
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Isn't it nice to feel tall?
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Drink milk. [She's been told that helps with having a sweet rack too. Which she's also waiting for.]
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Where'd you wanna go?