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// Entry # 68 September 2, 2190 
// Story: Starswirl's Journal 
// by AlesFlamas 
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To begin to understand how a spell of teleportation would work, I must first understand what we as ponies are made of. And I don't just mean the meat and bones that we can see with our eyes. There are plenty of wizards who have tried to do little more than move flesh and bone and wound up a repulsive smear on the ground. Surely there must be something more, something we can't see with our own eyes. But if we can't see it with our eyes, how would I go about finding. A perplexing puzzle indeed. . .

For me, Rain's beauty was in her intelligence and blunt manner of doing things. And when she grew plumper, I paid no heed to it, as her physical appearance was of no concern to me. But now, now that I'm aware that her increase in weight is caused by the growth of a child. . . the growth of my child. . . her beauty is presented to me in a completely different light. She is to be the mother of my child, and that makes her more attractive to me than any amount of facial paints or glosses could. My child. Nearly a fortnight has passed, and still when I think these words, I am at a loss with myself. I still highly doubt whatever abilities I might possess as a father and--



Notes to myself: Don't. Don't doubt. When you doubt you make mistakes. And at this time especially, you cannot afford to make mistakes. Well, maybe one or two mistakes, but those will be completely necessary. You'll know what they are when they happen.



I don't even know how to respond to what just happened. But that's the second time now that its has, and it's really starting to bother me. Whoever is doing this, please stop.



Notes to myself: Make me.



Rain's notes: My love, are. . . are you okay? Should I call for a physician? It really isn't healthy to argue with yourself. Please, try to calm down.