It was a soggy, gloomy afternoon with a darker, wetter evening coming soon. I sat in a cafe, in an attempt to avoid the day and fuel my need for interaction by listening to the cacophonous roar of boystrus conversations within this rotting symbol of post modernist pride. It was another bitter year full of self isolation and indirect cries for help. These days I never spoke more than necessary, and the only interaction I had with ponies was listening to their conversations. I noticed someone

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