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// Story: Diary of *illegibly smudged* 
// by Thought Prism 
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My cart's wheel snagged on a rock in the road and snapped right off. Sent my entire haul from Barnyard Bargains falling right into the dirt. Very annoying. I already spend far too much time doing chores as it is without hiccups like this making things even more difficult. Having an entire cottage all to yourself will do that. If I had a special somepony, we could divide everything up. Also I'd be less lonely. Oh, duh, that's probably it. What, or rather, who I need to fill this odd, ever-present longing in my chest. But is it truly loneliness I'm feeling? I'm not sure.

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I ran into the mailmare today. Literally. Another in what is becoming a string of personally unfortunate events. And that yellow butterfly keeps bugging me, pun intended. Otherwise, though, not much to report, for good or ill. There wasn't even an explosion from the boarding school. Usually there are at least three daily. I never thought I'd say this after moving here, but Ponyville is beginning to grow monotonous.

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Since I had the whole day to myself, I decided on a whim to actually follow the butterfly. To my pleasant surprise, it led me to the arcade. I'd never been, believing such flashy indulgences to be merely a way for parents to keep their foals distracted. However, I ended up having a lot of fun aiming for high scores in skee ball and Pac-A-Sprite.