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// Sunday, Nov.21 
// Story: Eagleheart 
// by Metal Pony Fan 
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Sunday, November 21st,

So, the courier returned this morning with a message from Gilda’s mother.  Sadly, I do not know where to find “Wonderbolt’s Tickets.”  I did manage to find something else though, something I’m sure she’ll like.

Eagleheart

P.S.  I just had an interesting encounter with one of the new recruits.  He attempted to sneak into my chambers(emphasis on attempted).  He was not armed, though that means little to a griffin.  He was carrying a piece of paper with a time and location written on it.  He asked me to meet him there, but wouldn’t say way, even though I was holding a spear to the back of his neck.  He only said that I would do it if I truly cared about peace, or Gilda.  It seems I have a meeting tomorrow; I will be cautious.









Sunday, Twenty-first of November,

Dear Diary,

I am off the hook.

Where did that expression come from anyway?  I don’t know.  It’s too early in the morning to think about things like that.

So, Pinkie talked to her friends about her trip, and it turns out that Applejack knows a goat named Billie Shears.  He likes to travel, so she said it wouldn’t take much to convince him to drop by Ponyville.  That was enough to appease Pinkie, so I am free to spend my Sunday the way I normally do.

Well, mostly.  Sunday used to be date night.  I’ll have to find something else to do.

Roseluck

P.S.  Speaking of Applejack, I haven’t seen her brother around lately.

P.P.S.  Ice Cream doesn’t last as long as it used to.

P.P.P.S.  Carrot Top wasn’t home.

P.P.P.P.S.  Everypony’s busy, my plants are all taken care of, and I’m already packed for the plant survey.  It’s not even dinner time, but I can’t think of anything else I need to do.  Maybe I’ll go get some more Ice Cream.

P.P.P.P.P.S.  The Ice Cream’s gone again.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S.  Baking chocolate doesn’t taste very good on its own, but if you melt it, mix in some sugar, and spread it over everything, it’s not too bad.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.  Why?  Why did he leave?  Was it something I did?  Something I said?  He ran out on Pinkie, so I know he’s just a jerk, but I can’t help feeling that it’s all my fault.  Why did I pick somepony like him in the first place?

I know why.

I run a flower shop.  Every day, I see ponies coming in to buy gifts for those they care about.  I wanted that.  Just once, I wanted a little bit of what I saw every day, but here I am, alone in bed like I’ll probably be forever.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.  Why won’t anypony buy flowers for me?