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// May 21 
// Story: Blood Red Roses 
// by totallynotabrony 
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I lay in bed for a little while this morning.  Saturday.  Didn't have to get up.  But I did.  There's a few things I need to do.
I feel strangely...clear?  I think maybe now that I've come to a few decisions, I'm feeling better.
Decisive.  Focused.
Funny, it almost seems like I didn't used to know the meaning of those words.

I am so, so pleased to be at Sugarcube Corner for tea.  I think this might just make my whole day.  That's good.  I have a few things I need to do.

I know I’m way overdue for an appointment with Doctor Stable to get those test results.  I’ll consider it on Monday, though I'm thinking that they probably don't really matter.

Spike was right there when I came into the library, and I asked him for some of those magic crystals.  I told him I had thought about a few potential uses for them.  He didn't want to give them to me, but a little cajoling got him to change his mind.  I said if Princess Twilight noticed them missing, he should send her to me.  
Maybe I shouldn't be handling potentially dangerous items like this, but Spike’s the one who hands out magical exploding crystals to anypony who asks, so is this really my fault?

Speaking of Princess Twilight, she came in.  I had the crystals already concealed in my saddlebags.  Spike excused himself while the Princess asked me a few follow up questions about Junebug, nothing too deep.
It was getting towards afternoon, and I really needed to get going.  I hated to lie to Princess Twilight, especially this lie, but I told her I had a date with Lamplight to get to.  If something happens to me, he’ll be the first pony she seeks out.

I'm getting everything ready in my saddlebags for tonight.
That bridle I got from Rarity can be cinched down pretty tight, tight enough to hold a muzzle closed.  Either mine or somepony else's.
Spike told me the crystals tend to explode if you jostle them enough.  Could come in handy.

Tonight...
Junebug's murderer is still out there.  A problem, yes.  But tonight is about me.

I have lots of questions.  But no matter what happens tonight, I think at least a few will be answered.

Sunset's coming.  I felt calm this morning, but I'm getting antsy again.  I need to get going to the woods.



Oh wait, one last thing.  Reminder: get another journal.