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// Just one of those days 
// Story: Don't Veer for Deer 
// by CCpone 
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Arc I - Twilight what now?





Alexander's FOM:




Alexander's eyes snapped open revealing the beautiful and magnificent view of his bland and boring ceiling. The comforters that lay on-top of him kept the cold, frigid air at bay while safely securing the warm and cozy atmosphere beneath the surface. The fan attached to Alexander's ceiling spun around circulating the air throughout the room.

Today... is today one of those days? Alexander asked himself as he tilted his head to the left taking a quick glance at the alarm clock that lay above one of his old but effective heaters (after all living in a farm house has its downfalls in the winter). The glowing green numbers pierced through the thick vale of darkness with ease, making it easy for him to read out the simple information it displayed 'Thursday/June/4th/3:59 AM'. 

That is it did read '3:59 AM', until it quickly switched to '4:00 AM' bringing its slightly annoying beeping with it.

Acting fast Alexander tossed the comforters high into the air allowing him to jump out of bed and snatch his phone that lay plugged-in on-top of his nightstand. With a little flourish Alexander tossed the phone into the air causing it to spin a couple of times before landing back into his other hand.

Pressing the button on the side of the phone it lit up, illuminating a small area around him. The light helped Alexander out as he proceeded to put back in his ear buds. It took no thinking on Alexander's end as his thumb swiped the screen to pull up his playlist. His body so used to doing so in the morning it was purely out of instincts.

Taping the screen once the desired song began to play. "Yes, today was one of those days." He claimed with a smile creeping its way onto his face.

Alexander cranked up the volume to full and began to hum out the beginning tune of the song. It's melody and notes moving him through his room. He twirled and jumped over clothes that lay upon his floor. To an outsider Alexander would of looked completely ridiculous, however him living on a farm enabled him to do so without fear of someone else watching him.

As the first lyrics started to come in Alexander exited the bedroom and slid into the bathroom picking up his toothbrush as he passed by. It's the silly things in life that make progressing through the day worth it. He thought to himself as he proceeded to brush his teeth, signing along with the song using the toothbrush as a makeshift microphone.

An average day Joe would say at this point that Alexander had completely lost it, that he had finally lost his bananas and gone insane, but who the fuck cares? Today is just 'one of those days.' He yelled out with a smile moving its way onto his face.

His brushing continued making the words he sung completely indistinguishable from any other known language on the globe. Then again he didn't care, he was having the time of his life and nothing could stop him from making this a good day.

Finishing up brushing his teeth he placed the toothbrush back into the cup. Moving over to the shower he took out his ear-buds and place the phone upon the counter letting the music play through its speakers. While the speakers on the phone weren't really that loud they still cut through the sound of the shower and that's all he really needed.

Striping of his clothing he toss them to the side before jumping into the vacant shower. The water that greeted him was a bit on the cold side, but after a couple of seconds fiddling with the nozzle Alexander got it to the desired temperature. Today just keeps getting better and better. He said to himself as he continued to rinse away all of the grime he got from the night. Hell with a positive attitude any day could be like this one! he hummed contempt as the relaxing and massaging feeling of the shower poured down on him.





The shower went by rather quickly, however its after effects were still just as rewarding. The feeling like you're a new person ready to charge head first into the though day ahead. Which now that he thought about it wasn't really that hard of a day.

Sadly with the shower over and done with, the music ended as well. Stepping out of the shower Alexander grabbed a nearby towel, expecting the next song to come on at any given moment. He had the music shuffle on the NCS (None Copyrighted Sounds) album, so he had a general idea on the type of music that would play next.

As the next song started up Alexander quickly dried himself and exited the bathroom completely naked. After all he did live alone so there was no need for him to cover up. Opening the door to the bathroom he watched as the steam rolled out in front of him. Didn't think I had that hot of a shower. Alexander commented to himself as he re-entered his room.

Opening his closet he quickly picked out his clothing for the day. A nice lavender t-shirt that went nicely under his light blue over shirt. The cuffs of which were rolled up to different positions on his arms and the buttons down the middle were left undone. 

Next he moved onto where he kept his pants, while Alexander was lazy and rarely picked up the stuff he threw down he liked to keep an organized closet; it just made cleaning up faster and a lot easier. Nevertheless he picked out some nice Dickies work shorts from his collection. He was rather fond of their shorts, nice and comfortable and they were durable not to mention the utility behind them. Overall he saw this as the ideal driving attire, not to heavy that later on in the day he would be sweating and not to light that now in the early morning he wouldn't be freezing.

Last but not least Alexander picked up his aviators and grey snap-back, placing it upon his head backwards. He himself thought that the snap-back made him looked like a complete douche bag, but apparently the women here like that kind of look. Well that and he and his sister bought it together on his birthday, so it had some sentimental value to it. The aviators on the other hand were purely used for their utility purpose, he hated how bright it got out when he drove in the afternoon.  

With a quick look in the mirror and a satisfied smile Alexander made his way downstairs, the song still playing through his buds as he descended the steps. Arriving at the bottom he flicked the switch bringing the two lights above to life. For a couple of seconds he let his eyes adjust to the new light, after which he headed across the T.V room and into the Kitchen. 

Alexander wasted no time as he proceeded to bypass the kitchen, put on his shoes and exit the house, grabbing the vans keys in the process. Opening the two doors one being wooden the other plastic (The plastic door is known as a 'storm door') he continued out onto his concrete porch.

The brisk morning breeze whipping by his face feeling rather soothing. He always liked getting up in the mornings, brewing a hot cup of coffee and sitting on the porch, sometimes he would even bring a book out with him, reading as the sun rouse in the distance. Something about the country made those times much more special and precious.

After standing there for a couple of seconds Alexander continued his journey off the cement porch and towards his yellow van. The music still playing in the background as he treaded over the dew covered grass. 

Even though Alexander knew that no one was around for miles he still halted his signing. Something about being outside always gnawed on his nerves. No matter where he was he always thought that if he were to do something childish like sing, someone would be watching. It was something that his self-esteem couldn't take.

With the music now playing at a much lower volume Alexander could now here the rhythmic chirping of the crickets and birds. Nature out here in the country really did bring a nice and serine feeling. Speaking of which during his short walk Alexander couldn't help but look up into the night sky. Here out in the middle of nowhere the night sky really did make up for all of the down falls. Millions of stars dotted the black landscape bringing another wave of relaxing feelings over him.

Nevertheless the sightseeing ended when he reached his van, a 2008 Savannah Cargo. Not the best vehicle for driving thousands of kilometers a week, but it was all he could afford. After all his job did require him to have a lot of room for medical packages.

Grabbing the door handle he swung the door open revealing the rather rustic interior. It was nothing special, but it was where he spent most of his time. He could remember countless times where he laughed and cried within the confinements of the van. Memories that he would not give up for anything, then again it did make him a better driver in the end.

Hopping into the driver seat Alexander inserted the key. Turning it back towards the dash he was rewarded by the sound of the V12 engine roaring to life, or would it be more like it whined to life? Either way the engine shook the van violently for a couple of seconds before stalling.

"Ahh come one!" Alexander cursed the vile van before repeating the process. This time however Alexander immediately revved the engine once it started, giving it an extra push. After the rev he changed the gear to drive pressing down on the break as he did so. 

The vans engine screamed in protest to the forced start, but in the end conceded to Alexander's wishes. Knowing that the van would no longer stall at this point Alexander changed the van back to parked.

"Just needed some TLC did ya." He claimed with a smile on his face as he exited the van. Man I really need to get the spark plugs fixed on this thing. Alexander stated to himself like he did every Thursday morning. He remembered what his father used to tell him, 'I will cross that bridge when I get there!' Sadly when his father used that line it meant that he would do something about it when it broke. 

Walking back over to his house a new song came onto his phone. It wasn't that enticing of a song so he kept quite as he walked up to his fridge. It was going to be a long drive probably about 14 hours or so, so he opened his fridge to bring some snacks with him for the ride. After all a starving driver is a bad driver.

Looking around the fridge Alexander mumbled the contents. "Bag of yogurt, some cans of pop, orange juice, juice, milk, apples, leftover meat loaf... huh I should really throw that out." Alexander trailed off picking up the bag of yogurt and a two cans of pop. It wasn't the healthiest of meals, but then again today was one of those days.

If today was any other day then Thursday then he would be having himself a nice bowl of cereal accompanied by a nice warm cup of coffee. Sadly today was Thursday and he didn't really have that much time to make himself a proper meal.

So with the food in hand he places them into one of his aluminum trays making sure to snatch some granola bars as well. After all some granola bars really do hit the spot, plus you can't really go wrong with granola bars.

With everything nicely packed in the tray Alexander made his way back outside. This time however he locked the door shut. It may sound ridiculous at first since no one lives around him, but security is still a big issue. Once the door is locked tight he once again set off towards his beloved van. Without it he would not be able to afford his house, internet and TV. 

With just four runs a month Alexander comes out with ten thousand dollars more in his wallet. It's pretty hard work, but in the end the pay is well worth it. Some people that he had met in the past told him that he gets paid too much for his work. Then again they never really understood how much such a job can take out of you.

Then again he did have to pick up the medical supplies in Toronto on Wednesday. The Toronto trip wasn't as bad as the Windsor run, it only took three hours out of his day. What made the job pay the big bucks was the 14 hour run he's doing today to Windsor, Chatham and Sarnia. 

A big part of it to was that it had to be done on Thursday, any other day and you were late. Let's just say that being late for delivering medical supplies did not make a happy camper out of his boss. It's mostly because people depend on this stuff to live.

I have never been tardy and I expect it to continue that way. Alexander thought to himself.

As expected the third song ends right as he takes his seat upon the throne. For the next 4 hours Alexander will be sitting in this van, after that he will be unloading and hulling heavy boxes to clinics across Windsor. He will continue to do this until the health care buildings are fully satisfied with his work. He would then hop back into his bright yellow van and head off to Chatham to do the same thing.

His life was pretty simple and he loved that fact about it. While Thursday would be stress driven, to be on time and not damage the product the rest of the week and weekend would be open. He mostly spent this time playing games, surfing the net, chatting with friends and watching TV. On the rare occasion he would visit the local bar in town closest to him.

Pulling back the gear stick, Alexander pushed it down bringing the van into reverse. The white lights flicked on so he could see behind him, as well as the consecutive beeping that would alert anyone or any animal in the vicinity that he was backing up and to stay clear. 

Spinning the wheel to the left the van positioned itself onto the dirt road that lead away from his humble abode and into the dark cornfields. Pulling back the stick again, he push it into drive. The van whined at the change of gears, but nevertheless started to roll forwards.

Keeping his eyes locked forwards Alexander pushed on another stick bringing up the high beams. While his hand is by the stick he quickly turned on the dashboard lights. Turning the knob the cabin lights slowly glow to life showing him all the vans statistics such as; speed, fuel, electricity, oil pressure, and lastly engine temperature. 

Since he let the van warm up the temperature gauge was right where it's supposed to be, in the middle. The fuel is nice and topped off thanks to his planning the night before. Every other gauge gave off nice readings which brought a smile to his face.

Reaching the end of the dirt road Alexander came across a 'T' intersection where the dirt road met the pavement. Singling his left turn he made sure to look both ways before continuing. With that he was off and heading straight for the 401, the one and only reason he picked to rent this particular house in Guelph.

Twilight's FOM: 




Twilight ran as fast as she could, she didn't know where she was let alone where to go. Her breathing was heavy as she ran and she could start to feel her hooves going numb. To make it all worse the forest that she was in had zero to none visibility. She knew that the two terms practically meant the same thing but right at this movement she was to concentrated on how to get out of this forest.

Each breath she took in started to burn, her eyes watering from an inevitable death she was imagining. Her mental state was starting to deteriorate, thoughts stated to rush through her mind, she couldn't go out like this, there had to be another way. She Thought to herself as she pushed passed more foliage.

Alexander's FOM:
Thirty minutes later...




Half-an-hour passed by like chaff before the wind. The music that he was listening to helped out immensely. I don't think I would able to do my job without it. He pondered, music allowed him to let time pass while also keeping his full attention on the road ahead of him. While it was illegal for him to do so, it served to better his driving.

A couple meters out in front of him he could see the on ramp to the 401. Flicking the high beams off he merged onto the highway, joining the few cars out at this time in their journeys. Speeding up to 100km/h Alexander glanced over towards his mirrors, making sure to check his blind spot as well all the while flicking his left turn signal on.

Since not many cars were up at five in the morning there was no hassle. This just left him and his van to go on doing what they do every Thursday morning... Drive...

Now when Alexander was just starting out driving he was told by his father that not many people can stay in a car as long as he was able to during these runs. It was because of this that he often thought about that statement during his journeys. He got that not everyone would be willing to do this as their jobs and the people that have are most likely driving the big transports.

Nevertheless it still brings up the question. How many people do courier work like he does? In a small van working off a contract that he made a year ago. Surly there are some, but as his father said there's not a abundance of them.

Flicking the left turn signal on once again Alexander transferred the van into the middle lane in order to pass by a Honda civic. In doing so he made sure to keep a safe distance away from the car. Once in the interior lane Alexander followed within the white dotted lines. There has been many times where he had appreciated the reflectiveness of the white lines. Many a time has it saved his life either during a rough storm or a particularly foggy day.

Back to the topic at hand. Even with people being couriers, how many of them go 14 hours nonstop on the road. He knew that the transports often go on long hulls and slide off at an On Rout station for some quick z's but how long do they drive before?

"Bah!" Alexander yelled out to himself as he tossed away the train of thought. Maybe later I'll go and search for the answer online. He knew that was a lie in itself, at the end of these runs he would be lucky to remember the food that he brought with him.

Reaching down into his lap he took a quick glance at his phone. "Chance of thunderstorm's later in the day with a high of 17 degrees Celsius." He read out loud, A bit chilly for a summer day, but then again I guess I'll appreciate the cold when I'm hulling the boxes to the clinics. He claimed to himself as he once again switched lanes back to the right lane.

Twilight's FOM: 




The pain in her chest begged her to stop, yet Twilight did no such thing. The frightening scenery around her didn't bode well with her. She knew that if she stayed she would be as good as dead. With her hooves pounding at the ground at a rapid pace Twilight started to hear some noises, noises that she wasn't fully familiar with.

Either way any noise is better than no noise and with that in mind she pushed her limits further then she ever pushed them before. If I get out of here it would all be worth it! Yes the advance magic and the running, it will all be worth it in the end! She yelled at herself mentally.

Her mind quickly switched back to assessing the path in front of her. Every stone, root and branch was carefully avoided with her brilliant mind. Each step she took the noises got louder, a smile soon found its way on Twilight's face. She was almost out of the fray.

Alexander's FOM:
One hour later...




As per norm Alexander was singing out to his heart's content. Don't lie you do it too when you're in a car all alone. It comes as naturally as breathing and walking. That being said we do it for a reason, either we suck shit at singing altogether and this is our only time to do so without embarrassing ourselves, or the journey we're on is so long and tedious that even singing seems like a viable way to pass the time.

Driving as long as he has, Alexander has come to notice three things. First off he finds himself following the first reason for singing. Secondly he seem to hit every note and word bang on in the car yet in front of friends he seems to mess up horribly. Lastly he came to the conclusion to only sing when his brain has no more topics or games to play.

Yes that's right I play some car games by myself to pass the time, driving can get very lonely very fast. I usually find myself yearning to have a companion just so I can talk to someone. He claimed mentally to no one in particular. 

Nonetheless the games he played are mostly seeing how long he can remember a licence plate before forgetting, or commentating his own life. Commentating on one's own life is a nasty habit that Alexander had seemed to have picked up on during his long drives. 

"Such is life living on the road." he sigh to himself as he glanced down towards his phone again. It read the same weather report. The only new thing was the time 6:00 AM. 

"If the phones weather statistics are right then I should hit sunrise near Chatham at 7AM and the storm at 8AM when I reach Windsor." Glancing back up towards the highway Alexander took sight of a little flash. If Alexander had to take a guess it looks like eyes, nevertheless the little flash was gone as quick as it came. 

That could of ended horribly, I wonder what that light even w- "DEAR LORD!" He interrupt himself with the well placed pun as he looked out of the windshield to see a deer staring straight towards him its eyes wide, ears flopped down, frozen in fear by the cars bright headlights.

Time seems to slow down as he neared the deer, out of instincts his foot slammed on the breaks engaging the abs. A quick glance over at the rear-view mirror reveals that no one was behind him. Sadly some motherfucker in another car thought that now would be a nice time to pass him blocking his car to switch lanes.

Seconds seem to stretch out as long as hours, as he watched both the deer in front of him and the speed on the dash, which currently read 70km/h. He didn't have any time to pay attention to details, as all he really strived for right now is survival.

30km/h it now reads as Alexander looked back up through the windshield. The deer was nearing and the only thing right now that would stop the emanate impact would be to veer for the deer. He had seen many road signs and been told even more to never veer for a deer, especially if there's a car next to you.

The van's tiers screech in the midnight air as the speed slowly continues to drop. Taking one last glance at the speedometer he came to see 10km/h. The van no doubt will take that kind of a hit, sadly the deer in front of him can't say the same thing about its body. 

The slow-motion soon resumes stopping the van in its tracks with a soft bump. From Alexander's perspective it seems like it was nothing at all. Nevertheless he still put on his all fours and pulled over to the shoulder of the highway. 

Opening the door to the van he pull out a small flash light that he had always kept in the compartment of the door. Flicking it on he walked over to the front of the van to see the damage. "MY VAN!" Alexander screamed out as he assess the damage. From the outside he could see that the grill is completely busted inwards. The damage isn't as bad as he was portraying it to be, but it still was a major setback in both money and time. With a quick look under the hood he came to see that everything was still in relatively nice condition. The van would still run.

Slamming the hood back down, he shined the flashlight over to the highway. "Might as well drag this poor little fella out of the way so he doesn't get hit by more cars." 

Walking over to the deer Alexander's mind starts to take in the details. Purple fur? horn? wings!? He said to himself mentally utterly and completely confused as he dragged the seemingly undamaged body to the side. This thing had a horn and wings! What the fuck am I looking at?! God you really done fucked up with this creature. He claim once more turning it over to see if it was even damaged.

Remarkably the deer seemed to have no scratches. It's small stomach raised and lowered as it took in small breaths. "IT'S STILL ALIVE!" Alexander yelled out breaking the silent night. The shock of the creature was so much that he fell flat on his ass and backed away from it. "BY ALL THAT IS HOLY DO YOU SEE THAT CREATURE OVER THERE!" He claimed only to be disappointed that no one was around to hear his rather amazing reference.

Time passes as Alexander just stares at the limp body. After some time passes by he finally realized that it's probably out cold. Regain his composure he walked back over to the downed deer. Now that I think about it, it doesn't really look like a deer at all. It was way too small, probably waste high with its horn if it stood. I wonder if I can sell this thing on Kijiji? Alexander pondered.

He had seen people sell shit like this on that site before. In fact he once saw just the other day a kid posting his grandmother up for prostitution. Let's just stay after glancing at the products display picture he had the compulsive feeling to iron out everything that came into sight.

Shaking those horrid thoughts out of his head he walked back over to the small deer that lay upon the asphalt. Maybe it has internal bleeding? he question taking a closer look at it.

"Hell this is still a rare find, might as well try and sell it on Kijiji. Who knows maybe some crazy scientist will buy it off me for a large amount of cash." He stated as he crouched down to get a better look. 

He stopped for a second to allow his brain to catch up. This creature in front of him was part Pegasus part Unicorn. The stuff of fantasy! Maybe I could sell this to the government! I have no doubt that the government would want to get a hold of this thing. All those tests they would perform, all that money they would give me for allowing it. Hell I wouldn't even have to worry about my broken grill. With the money this thing will give me, I will have enough of the stuff to buy a brand new sprinter van and move to the big contracts! Alexander's mind raced with the possibilities the new amount of money could bring him. Today is definitely one of those days!

With the thought of money he didn't waste any time to pick up the lavender creature. As he picked it up I noticed its fur was incredibly soft to the touch and its feathered wings where even more so as they draped over his arms.  

Arriving back at the van Alexander yanked open the side door with gusto. Lifting up the creature he placed it softly down on top of the medical boxes. I'm sure glad my boss isn't here to see me do this. he claimed as he sat it down by the front window.

What was amazing about this van was that it came with a metal divider that separated the cargo from the driver. There would be some weeks where the company would give Alexander way too much and he was forced to put some of the boxes in the front. Nevertheless thankfully today was a small load which enabled him to put the creature in the back.

If it were to wake up during the drive then the metal divider would stop it from attacking him while he drove. Without this metal divider he would of left the poor deer out on the side of the road to die.

Satisfied with the positioning of the creature he slammed the door shut and locked it. Don't need my money bag committing suicide on me now do I. With a large sigh he walked back around the van and plopped into the driver's seat.

Shifting the van into drive he signaled his intent and merged back onto the highway.





Just as expected when he passed by the Chatham exit the sun slowly starts to creep over the horizon. It's bright rays burning into sky in what looked like an expertly placed brush stroke. Mornings were always his favorite.

Alexander remember back when he was 15 years old he would wake up on the weekends extra early just to see the sun rise. After a year had passed and he was 16 he started to run with the sun. He had it in his mind that if he could run fast enough he could catch up to it. I remember it so clearly as if it was yesterday. 

The morning dew on the little blades of grass. Each one let out a different sparkle as the sun kissed the droplets. He let out a large sighed as the thoughts of his childhood flowed through his mind. Each one making his smile widen.

Sadly as we all know, every good thing has to come to an end. This happened when he turned 18, Alexander could already feel the frown working its way onto my face. Collage had changed him, for better or for worse he did not know. His days were long and his classes even longer, some days Alexander would just stare into space till the seminar was over. 

He, himself went to College to study Aviation, the course itself was two years long rather then the four years. Ever since he was a little boy he would look at those huge cargo planes flying free in the limitless blue sky. It also didn't help that every summer Alexander would fly over seas to meet his grandparents. The only reason he does the job that he does now is to pay off his student loans and save for his first plane. A smile touched his lips as he thought about that, his first plane. He already had a name for it picked out 'Fly be Free', a saying that his father always used to say when he tossed little Alexander into the sky, only to catch him a few seconds later.

"Ah the good old times." He sighed once again to himself. The road ahead guiding me to my destination.

Twilight's FOM: 




Twilight slowly opened her eyes, the feeling of bumps and pushing awoken from her slumber. She herself felt like this was one of those days that you wake up get some tea and relaxed. After all her body hurt all over. Now that she was thinking about it, her body really did hurt almost to the point where she couldn't take it.

The second thing that she noticed was that she was not in her bed, she was laying on top of some sort of paper boxes. Paper boxes? She thought to herself, while it was a cool invention it did nothing to explain how she got here. Which now that she was thinking about her location she looked around.

Where am I? How did I get here? She asked herself before a massive force pushed her to the side of the room she was in.

Her body impacted the wall softly, however the pain inside her erupted once again. Think Twilight what happened last night? She combed through her mind as vigorously as she could attempted to puzzle together the events of last night. Sadly she turned up with nothing, the memory seemed to be erased from her mind. All she could remember was talking with her friends and then that's where it turns blank.

Looks like I'll just have to find another way to find out what happened last night. She commented to herself as she stumbled to get on her feet. She notice that it was a bit harder to stand here in this room then others. It seemed like she was moving yet every where she looked was stationary.

Getting a stable foothold Twilight examined the room around her. It was packed pretty tight with all the boxes and she could just barely stand. A quick glance around the room yielded three yellow walls and one grey, the grey one had a small barred up window that light seemed to pour out of. Wanting to solve this mystery as fast as she could Twilight walked over to the window and looked out.

Out of the small window she could see that yes she was in fact moving in some sort of motorized carriage, but what surprised her the most was the creature that was operating the device. Never in all of her years had Twilight read about or saw the creature here. It looked like a shaved minotaur.

Am I being ponynapped! She claimed looking around the back of the carriage. No I don't think the creature would have boxes in the back if he was ponynapping me, also it looks like he's working. Twilight deducted from the papers she saw looking through the small window. They looked to be some sort of manifest for supplies, maybe he delivers these boxes? Then why would he have me? She thought.

Deciding that the best course of action would be to communicate with the creature Twilight bottled up her courage and once again peered out of the window. "Um hello?" Twilight asked out loud her voice raspy from dehydration. She believed that if the creature was working and operating this device that it was sentient.

The creature in turn did not return any form of response. "Sir? Miss? Hello?" She asked this time raising her voice slightly, however once again the creature did not answer. Huh rude! I guess I'll just introduce myself another way! Twilight thought as her horn lit up and she teleported to the seat beside the creature.

It was then that the creature reacted "HOLY SWEET BABY JESUS!" He yelled out as the carriage swerved on the rather advanced looking road. Instantly the creature pulled over to the side of the road before leaning as far away as possible from you.

"Who is this 'baby jesus'?" Twilight asked confused.


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