I woke up early. Much earlier than usual. It's currently the earlier hours of the afternoon for June third, but it feels much longer than it usually is, likely on account that something woke me up around one AM.

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Seventh of June, Monday. That day we all dread. More specifically that day of the week none of us liked. It doesn't matter now, I guess. I should leave my worries behind. But I kind of wish my brother, my mother, my favorite cousin, and next door neighbor were here.

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Sixth and presumably final day here in this strange, illustration like land. That weird queen, princess, or whatever is not one who seems to be dishonest to her word. She sent us back to the apple farm with a very special procession. The info is back again, and this time I took it with far more dignity than I did the first. In fact we all did.

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Saturday the Seventeenth of June. Naturally we should all feel depressed. The situation never becomes less undesirable, but you can't consistently be sad anymore than you can be eternally blissful. The sentient mind doesn't work that way. I feel much better than ever physically. I should be more spry. I'm not. Maybe I should remove that there bracelet. Maybe I might ride me bicycle. There have been less effective ways to get up than literally getting up. I feel less and less inclined

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I woke up feeling very well rested the following morning. Early enough to see the break of dawn. I cannot recall the last time I watched the sunrise, though I had to be more careful now, since my eyes are more sensitive than they've ever been. Seeing that sun rise above the illustration like mountains with identical patterns, yet rich texture was like something from a dream. Or a painting.

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N/A. No. Nothing exciting has happened on the twentieth, save the weird dream I had the evening before. Much like Anthony's, an elegant lady in a very regal looking cerulean dress, silver shoes, silver crown with sapphires, and mannerisms that command respect was at its core. No doubt we were looking at a diplomatic mare/woman with loads of experience in leadership, on top of being the most powerful witch this world has ever known. Like before, She was contacting someone from another

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August second. I have had the time of my life, however special that may be. There's not much to live for. Except our in-residents, later neighbors have vanished. I'd like to say it's a good riddance, had it not been for the fact that my drinking buddy and co film appreciator had gone with them. Damn. This is *not* what I had bargained for at all. Sweet's scarlet mess is a minor annoyance compared to having the literal basement dwellers at our door, and demanding the location of the

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You're not going to believe me. Nop- Nobody in their right mind could possibly believe me, but it's true. Twenty years ago today at 8:15 AM everybody on earth disappeared in an instant and were not seen again, you and me included. Minutes later, a small pocketful of people returned exactly where they disappeared in alien bodies. They had no idea what had happened other than they were the only people around where they were. Which few they encountered were total strangers. As hours and

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Never trying to get involved with anybody again. Never. Only those I'm with to begin with. That dirty stiff will pay. Fuck her. Fuck her royal. I'm here in the desert where I came in. This illustration world is great and all, but it's not home, nor where the others are. And I cannot get used to these ridiculous horse puns everywhere. Fuck them. I love the ponies I have encountered, what I saw. But I cannot stand living in a place like this. Saccharine and babyish, an idealist and

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That apple girl hasn't been the best host ever. She seems to tire quickly of us, and apparently has precious little patience for no good slackers. Likely thinks we can go on forever. Well the joke's on her.

Miss Ginger here has been on our asses for the better part of this day, and she has no apparent intent to stop. Third day here, and she has contacted someone else.

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In my last post I wrote about a fictitious universe from the POV of one of its inhabitants who knows quite a bit more than the rest. In the story that inspired it, a couple of characters with a mysterious past caught my attention. While we never see the original lives of most of them, we encounter the lives of these two less than the rest. Not only that, they get on well from the start and have never been shown to fight. Furthermore, their friendship is stronger than all the others at

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