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   Dash's legs have been cramping up daily. I asked her if she wanted to get them checked at the doctor but she just told me she was afraid of them and that it's probably just a growth spurt or something. I shrugged it off as well, it's normal for teens to have crampy legs, right? I mean, my legs had that crampish aching feeling when I was a teen, for the first time that is.

   Something I had just recently realized was that Dash and I are both the same age now. I used to be around two years older but Twilight's spell had turned us both into sixteen year olds. I guess she just didn't know our age difference or something. I liked being older. It made me feel that I was the more responsible one of the two of us and gave me the feeling of power. I don't know where Twilight is going with this, but I just hope she has her reasons.

   Dash started watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic more often. I can watch the show. In fact, I enjoy watching it, and so does she. But I don't know how awkward it is for her to watch herself. I compared her to the Rainbow Dash in the show. She acts a bit different but not much changed. Maybe it's because being in a different dimension has influefed her. During the Sonic Rainboom episode, she stood up and proudly announced that one day she would perform it once again and there ain't nothing stopping her despite being a completely different species than she was. That's Dash for you, and I actually wish to see how she would pull it off, even though I forbid her to try. There's a difference between wishing and allowing.

   Friendship is Magic ended at six seasons. The Hub still plays reruns but Canada's young children's network, Treehouse, has cancelled it. Apparently they could no longer air it on Treehouse because of some of the soft violence in the season two finale and the large older male audience they were getting. This was actually really amusing. I wonder who the first people to call themselves the name "brony" are.

   The other day I wore one of the hoodies that no longer fit me because of my turning younger and went to check on the restaurant. It was like being wrapped in an oversized blanket. The reason for me not wearing something my size was so none of the staff at the restaurant would reconize me with the hood pulled over my face. I felt like an assassin. Anyways, I asked one of the waiters to see the manager, and to my relief, he told me that the normal manager is out of the country in Europe and he would gladly take me to the temporary manager. I shook my head and just made up a lie about needing to see the normal manager. He shrugged and walked away. It relieved me to see I wasn't fired and that only a temporary manager was placed. The boss must really love me. And in a way, he almost feels like family to me. Like a grandpa that just isn't related to me. He said something about retiring a few months ago but no one took him seriously. I walked out of the restaurant with smile and dinner in my arms.

    There are a few people in my life I never want to see again. Take Tim for example. The one who almost stole Dash from my life and caused me lots of pain as a child. And his once adopted "son" Jakob, who helped him kick the plan in action. Then, there was Jerry. Tim's best friend from the orphanage. I can now gladly cross him off my list.

   I never expected Jerry to be in town again. I never expected to see him again. He went on to become a scientist studying mutating and cloning cells. I bumped into him at the theatre, literally bumped into him and spilled my popcorn. Dash had a good laugh. He didn't reconize me of course, but I reconized him. He didn't ask for my name, thank god. He said I looked familiar, but that was about it. I asked him about his connection with this theatre, and he just shook his head and said, "More than a decade ago here, I did something to a person I now regret. If I could meet that person again, I would apologize." I almost gave away my idendity there. Almost. But I bit my

tongue and resisted the urge to tell him who I am. Wouldn't it be awkward to explain to him why I'm less than half his age? Of course it'd be. I just waved goodbye, and he offered a warm smile. One that reached to me and told me this wasn't the Jerry who insulted me and kicked me in the shin years ago. He's changed, and I'm glad.

   Tomorrow is the Snow Dance at school. I asked Dash to it. It was the most awkwardest moment of my life. For a second I thought she'd decline but she just smiled and offered me a fist bump. She didn't say any more. Her actions told me she accepted my request. Only now, I don't know what to do. I've never been on a date before, if this is what a date is considered. I don't know how to dance either, or how to act. I know to just be polite and it'll run smoothly, but Dash is... special. Maybe the Internet will help. I don't know. But it just takes a load off my chest knowing I won't be walking around the dance alone.