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// Let's just call it like it is, I shipped some rocks. Tom x Boulder. I'm not even going to try to get anyone to read this, it's another idea thing, and it's, well, it's about rocks. 
// Story: Rabbit Tracks 
// by Krickis 
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Boulder was very upset about the whole thing. Maud tried to explain that Pinkie didn’t really mean anything by it, that she was only trying to make Boulder happy as best she could. But Boulder just couldn’t shake the feeling that the only thought Pinkie had even put into the whole thing was that they were both rocks. It was insensitive, at best.

But of course, Pinkie was important to Maud, and Maud was important to Boulder. And Boulder really didn’t have any plans for Saturday night, as Pinkie had been so quick to reveal to this other rock – Tom, was it? Without an excuse, and unwilling to be outright rude, Boulder agreed to go on the blind date.

Still, the tone for the whole evening couldn’t have been any worse. Tom was fine, Boulder supposed. But the whole time, all he could think about was how forced things seemed. Before the night was over, Boulder was already counting the minutes until he could leave, and he certainly did not arrange for a second date.

Which was a shame, really, because Tom thought the evening went rather well, and he really thought this one would be different.