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// Something More 
// Story: Something Like Feeling 
// by shortskirtsandexplosions 
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    Two months have passed since I last saw Lyra.

I am standing behind the counter, wrapping lemon drops in plastic, pretending not to be hearing the sound of my sighs.

The bell above the door rings. I look up to see the mailpony with today's parcels. He delivers three boxes, but then there's a letter.

As he leaves the store, I glance curiously at the envelope. I open it up and look at the sheet. The parchment has a smell to it, like an ocean breeze from far away. I recognize the penmanship in an instant.

And then there is something else, something like tears.






Special Thanks to Ponky.

Arrivederci, friend.