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// Entry #33 
// Story: "Hey Twi..." 
// by Flint-Lock 
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Today, Fluttershy and I walked to the park.

The walk there was…depressing, to put it mildly. Canterlot barely qualifies as a city these days. Most businesses have closed up. There are rows upon rows of abandoned houses, framed by cracked sidewalks. The road is practically cratered with potholes. 

On the plus side, house prices are lower than ever!

The park itself wasn’t much better. Many of the flower beds were overgrown with weeds. The central fountain was a stagnant, scummy pool, choked with duckweed.

And you know what? Neither of us cared. Sitting there, under that perfect blue sky, bathing in golden sunlight, next to my only remaining friend in this universe.
For a while, we just sat there, making idle chitchat about whatever. On occasion, a squirrel would run over to the bench, and Shy would gush over it because she’s Shy. 

For that painfully brief moment, everything was right in the world. There were no eldritch horror, no existential dread, no fear. Just me and Fluttershy.

That was all I needed.