Well, now that's a lie, Ah do quite th' numba', but

Seriously, Ah can't stand the "leme profess mah love then smooch ya" thang. Ive been in the arms of colts and mares and aint once kissed somepony after professin' mah love. Tis usually that awkward period of adaptin from bein' friends to being an item, filled with awkward stares and silences, and especially learnin' all those things bout one anutha that you wouldn't of learned as friends.

Ah usually make Sunday or Monday mah deadline for a new Epic Chapta,' but life got in the way this week. Ill get up as soon as Ah can!

So sweet n' honest, makin' even the dryest wall o'text legible.

And at eight kilo-words it's a bit of a doozy! Enjoy ya'll! Next chapta' will be up next week! After that, Pressure will be taken down and added into Prologue as parts of Chapters 4, 5, and 6.

Now wait here,I can't use th' Tabular key in these here musings? Abom'n'ble!

Why, I do say; As mighty nice many of these works of fiction and prose are, I do wish that many had a mo'... cheery disposition, so ta' say. It seems ta' me that fo' ev'ry sappy happy wonderment I read here, there 's anotha' few waitin' to smash my high. I've been runnin' low on fiction ta' use to get my mood back in th' clouds!

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