The Traveller's Journal

So today we ran out of cider before that shy pony came in. She had to wait for more to come in, so I introduced myself to her. At first she just murmured something, but the third time I asked, I heard her say "Fluttershy". She's kinda cute. She reminds me of this girl I knew back when I was in high school. I'll probably get to know her some more soon. I might stop by at her house over the weekend. I'll try and ask her tomorrow, or see if any of the locals know. I can't wait for my first payday too. I get about 12 bit's an hour.

Mikey,

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