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// CHAPTER 11 (AKA: A changeling and his machine) 
// Story: A thing or two about changelings and their habits saga 
// by Young discord 
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“You’re being exceptionally lively today aren’t you?”
It’s coming.
“So it finally happened?”
You know how they are, hard-headed as always, we too had been young once.
The changeling chuckled.
“Me? oh no, as somepony had told me once, I was born with a top-hat and a cane, heh!”
The chuckle had now become a weak cough; he didn’t have it in him to even muster a proper cough.
Still hanging on, as always.
“I’m afraid my body isn’t what it used to be, but I’m not leaving until it’s over”
Don’t worry my dear old friend, it’s almost over, soon enough we’ll be on our way, all of us.
The cogs of fate were coming to a close as the ticking soothed the changeling to sleep.