Willie Maket never gave much thought into the work of looking for people. He never trotted any significant length or distance for any purpose concerning others. He always thought dough was the ultimate measurement of one’s success. Openly embracing one’s Aspie traits has never caused anyp-- anybody any real suffering. Or so he believed. He really needed to get these silly terms out of his head. It is not so easy with people around him using them everyday.

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Knock, knock.

She opened the door and was greeted by a man with a coat whose color clashed severely with his hair color. He wore an inviting smile and had a glass balanced upon an upturned hoof. The other had a strap around it attached to a fancy looking bottle with no label on it.

“May I help you?”

“You may. More importantly, I think I may help you. You’ve undoubtedly had a shitty last five years. Or three, however many it was.”

“Three.”

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[NOTE: This is a test to see if I can get away with posting a foreign-language blog post on FIMFiction. Since I know I can't post a story that way, I'm trying to see if that ban extends to blog posts. These are all German versions of American pop hits.

UPDATE: It worked!]

JEDER TREFFEN VERSUCHEN MIT BABS SEED STEREO auch Mono abspielbar 80 008 IT

Eine Blooming Seed Produktion

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