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// Story: Diary of *illegibly smudged* 
// by Thought Prism 
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I've decided to name my butterfly companion Lucky, as it's been quite the boon this past week. Whenever I go where Lucky leads, the best outcomes for myself and others seem to occur. Everycreature I know has gotten used to us being inseparable at this point, and now I can introduce them to Lucky with pride. I may not be a national hero like some of my neighbors, but thanks to Lucky, things seem to be looking up.

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Lucky no longer waits outside for me, suddenly more than comfortable going indoors. Maybe it's taking any excuse it can to get out of the cold?  The leaves are beginning to turn their autumn colors, and most of the other butterflies have migrated or passed on  by now, leaving eggs behind. At least I'm pretty sure that's how they work; I'm no entomologist. Then again, Lucky obviously isn't normal, it's too smart for that. For example, the only time Lucky leaves my side now is when I'm in the bathroom, as if it understands I need privacy then. Also it doesn't ever really look particularly bothered by anything, not even insect-eating birds.

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Ponies were watching a fashion show set up outside Carousel Boutique today. The theme was rocks for some reason. Not gems, regular rocks. I have no clue who would wear a rock dress normally. Not because they're ugly, because they're heavy. There's a reason only guardsponies trot around in armor all day. I'll stick to my nothing, thanks.