Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Sixty Two

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Returning to Ursa's Rest and washing off had been… a thing. So much blood had to be cleaned off that I was thankful for Margaret's help. The robot took extra care to scrub me down, but she also took my clothes away, as they had blood soaked into them. Annoyingly, my underwear was ruined, of which I was glad I had not been wearing my nice pair. Well it's not like ponies normally wear underwear, so maybe I'll just forgo them for now.

That said, maybe something to cover my legs would be a good idea. They were looking better, but I could still see the deformation since my fur was still rather thin. But the strange pattern around my fetlocks also seemed more… cleaner? More like a tattoo than a scar. I didn't understand any of it, but I didn't understand magic at all, so I just gave up on understanding any of it. At least Doctor Helga was able to get a message back to me, letting me know I'll be fine without the wraps, so long as I kept the braces on and didn't do anything to hurt my legs.

It made me glad that the raiders broke a few ribs instead of going for my legs.

So I decided to throw on my long pink socks to cover my still sensitive legs, proving some protection. I almost considered just going out with just socks on, but after taking a sip from my canteen, reason won out and decided a dress and underwear might be a good idea. The more covered I was, the more in control of myself I was.

Unfortunately the twins still had most of my good dresses, of which once my legs recovered, there were two pregnant bitches I was going to slap around. But I did have one outfit I kept in the penthouse safe, as it was probably the most expensive outfit I owned. The dancer's dress I ordered from Grizzly had taken its time to get to me, and upon seeing it, I understood why. The dress was made from thicker and more sturdy material, the thing being practically stylized padded armor with loud patterns that caught the eyes. Though not as flashy as the stage performers, it was still remarkably beautiful, even if it still screamed Ursa's Den.

Putting it on, it didn't feel as protective as my armored jumpsuit, but I didn't feel restricted by it at all. Better, my Grizzly Gauntlets fit on without a problem, as the decorative frills stayed close to the dress.

I wasn't sure if it was the medicine I was on or not, but I was feeling a bit itchy, but only where clothes touched my fur and skin. It wasn't much, so easily ignored, but still strange.

Lastly I fixed up my mane, but seeing the Bailfire Fiends mane clip, I just didn't want to put it back on. It would clash with the dress. Instead I just tied a purple and pink ribbon to the side of my mane.

Once my makeup was on, I felt fresh and clean. Trotted out of my room, though not planning on going anywhere fancy, but I knew I looked ready for it.

On the other hoof, Plasma was laying on her stomach on the couch reading a book, her clothes discarded. Something that wouldn't be a problem, except she was clearly exposing herself as Cold and Spell did their best to not stair.

"Um… what's going on?" I asked.

"Ran out of potion" Plasma said, glaring at me as she peeked from behind her book. "So thank you for that, by the way."

Right, my little suggestion would not get out of Plasma's head. "Again, sorry." I told her. Then asked, "but why nude?"

She huffed and hid behind her book. "Just don't feel… comfortable with them on. It was easy to ignore with the potion, but… let's just say I feel better without anything on, okay. Anyways, must I have foal sitters?"

Cold rolled his eyes. "Because we know what you're going to do if you're not supervised."

Spell looked absolutely uncomfortable, stammering out. "I… I didn't know it… had gotten this bad."

Plasma shifted, her legs spreading a little more. "It's not that bad, I mean, if you want to help I'm not opposed to a-"

I cleared my throat loudly to interrupt Plasma, then took a sip from my canteen as I trotted over to the stallions. Looking at Plasma from their angle, not only did still have her doc piercings, but currently had an Ursa's Den butt plug in her. "Seriously now?" I said disapprovingly as I tossed her my canteen.

She wiggled her ass provocatively. "It's this or one of you fucks me. And I don't care who, or how, but it better be rough." Plasma then tossed the canteen back to me without drinking a drop. "And keep that, I have enough control to know that we can't have both of us like this after I drink all of your portion."

I looked over at the other two, and Cold Trails shrugged. "We sent a message to Rattlebones, but it may take awhile for him to get more potion."

"And why are you sitting in clear view of her cunt?" I asked.

Cold sighed. "It's this or she follows us around, and I rather she stays in one spot."

My eyes swung back to Plasma. "It hasn't even been that long!"

"Well if you hadn't pulled me out of the Showroom so early last night, then maybe I could concentrate more." She said in annoyance.

Face hoofing, I knew this was going to stay a problem until the curse was lifted.

Plasma then turned over, still exposing herself, but now the tattoo was visible. Not just that, but just below it two bumps were visible. "Um… is it still too early for you to be producing milk?" I asked.

"Probably the curse." Spell said. "It's not uncommon for a curse to change a pony's body. Likely it's similar to what taint does to a pony, but less… violent."

"Helga said something about that." Plasma added.

"Grate, another thing to look forward to." I huffed. "Well I'm going to see Grizzly. Cold, can you come with me… I don't think I can trust myself."

Spell jolted up. "But! That means I'll be alone… with Plasma."

"Then tie her up!" I told him. "I bet she'll like it."

There was a long moment where nopony said anything, as my suggestion may have gone too far.

"Actually… She's right." Plasma said from behind her book, breaking the silence.

It was weird that she was hiding her face, but not her nudity. I guess some shame still remained under that curse.

Spell Circuit looked as though he was defeated, sitting back down. "You know that's not normal, right?"

I sighed and took a sip from my canteen. "Well nothing about any of this is normal. It's absolutely fucked up actually. Just do what you can to help keep her out of trouble. We still don't know how far the curse will change her, physically or mentally. So just do what you can to keep her… contained."

My attention then moved back to Plasma, who was clearly ready to lose control. It was hard to tell if this was her true self, or the curse, but without the restraint of pretending that she was in control, she now had the eyes of a hungry beast.

"And Plasma, if you must act like a slut… please just take it to the bedroom, just in case we have visitors. I'll also see if Mint can talk to you privately." I told her.

With that we left, and closing the door, we heard a yelp from Spell, then a disappointed groan from Plasma.

"You sure that's a good idea? We could have brought them along." Cold asked.

"She currently has a sex toy up her ass, no fucking way can she leave the penthouse." I then took a sip from my canteen, finding that it was getting worryingly light. "Also, until Plasma is under control of herself, just being around her is causing me problems. Thank Celestia she's not a stallion or I might have been all over her."

"Like last night." Cold said sarcastically before patting me on the back. "But I get it, just waiting for you to get washed up was… hard."

"Not one more pun, joke, or inference." I said sternly, then admitted. "Any more and I'll be tempted to push you down right now and go for a ride."

"Alight, let's go before you run out of that potion." He told me, and we trotted off, ignoring a loud thump from our penthouse.

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Grizzly Deal, despite the stress she had with this small war, looked relatively refreshed. I guess getting a proper amount of sleep has helped.

"Surprising that they agreed so quickly." She said after hearing our report. "Rangers are the most stubborn bastards in all the wasteland, they'll even choose to die then ever admit they were wrong." Grizzly then let out a huff. "But the Bailfire Fiends actions were entirely predictable. Though I doubt you got them all, so expect a reprisal attack in the future."

Sparkling Delight let out a long drawn out sigh. "And to think my Showroom has become such a madhouse without me there. Pecan knows what she is doing, but we've never been as busy as this so consistently. Anyways, I'll personally go find this Dancing Skies and talk with her. The more air power we can bring to the fight the better. Recently we got reports that Tripwire has begun to field crude airships and some salvaged Enclave cloud ships. If he manages to match our own air power, we lose our biggest advantage over him right now."

The half changeling then trotted over to me, placing a hoof on my shoulder. "Also I'll see if I can get some more help for Plasma. She has a brilliant mind, and we can't have that curse destroy it. This goes for you as well, as much as I'd love for you to work for me again, I rather it be you and not just a shadow of yourself."

"Thanks, but Rattlebones is already helping with that." I told her.

Both Grizzly and Sparkling rolled their eyes. "That fool should have seen this coming days ago. I bet he put it off to go gambling." Grizzly said in a very annoyed tone.

Sparkling nodded. "Yes, this may require some unorthodox treatment to keep the cures from progressing any further. Though you or Plasma are not going to like it."

I raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Well… the problem is that the curse is overloading you with lust. Like a stimulant chem floods your brain with endorphins or prevents it from flushing it out. Which could result in you becoming addicted to it if it damages your brain. I'm not even sure you two will ever fully return to normal after you're both cured." Sparkling explained as she averted her gaze. "And now that I'm actively feeling for it, it's hard to ignore not to notice. So I'm thinking we can call my brother to send a few changelings to siphon off some of it by feeding off of it."

"Okay… what!" I was confused by the statement, but also somewhat disturbed by it.

"It's a changing thing." She said with a shrug. "They, and to some extent, I, can feed on emotions, mainly love due to its complexity and magical power, but we can feed on other emotions as well. So I was thinking that if we just drain you and Plasma of the excess lust, it may help reduce the curse's control over you both. But the only problem is that it's both painful, and can be traumatic. It's why they try to only feed on ambient emotions, less angry ponies that way."

I thought about it for a moment, and it made some sense if true. Silver was nothing but sex craved whore, and Plasma was not far behind with her body already being warped by the curse. And for me, as my legs recover and needing pain medication less and less, there is less blocking the intrusive thoughts. "Alright, anyways it can't be worse than what we have already been through."

Sparkling looked unsure about that. "You would be surprised actually. But you're right, all of you have been through a lot, and come out all the stronger for it. Just don't push yourself too hard, everything breaks eventually."

"Including my patience." Grizzly said flatly, gaining our attention. "Since we're done with the pressing matters, and all that's left is logistics, in which you're understandably useless for, I have a few things you can do."

Curious, I said "Okay, shoot."

"Well firstly, since Molo's talk with her Daughter went so poorly, she's practically living in the bar. Which wouldn't be a problem if she wasn't currently working for me, or starting fights." Grizzly said as she pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Second, and more an annoyance than a problem, is that Low Pressure decided to join her. It seems that his sister's condition is affecting him more than he admits, and his mopeyness is feeding into Molos self loathing."

That sounded bad. Real bad. I should not have pushed Molo to talk to her daughters so soon, not when there was clearly a problem.

"One more thing." Grizzly added. "Once you've dealt with those two, go check on the foals near your penthouse. Matrix has asked to see you, which is odd, since she doesn't like talking to anypony. It also seems that somehow she knows who I am, and actively avoids me. Damn kids, they will be the death of me."

"Thanks for letting me know. It's starting to feel like if it's not one problem, it's another." I said, trying to hide the worry in my voice as I thought about Molo.

Grizzly chuckled as she lit a cigarette. "You have no idea. Trust me, boring is best. Boring means the raiders are elsewhere and radscorpions are another ponies problem."

"Boring means you have a homestead so far away from anything, the problems don't bother to even look for you." I added, remember how boring and safe home was. If I had only listened to Ma and Pa… if only.

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The work never ends, and as Cold and I trotted over to the Ursa's Den bar, it was clear there was a lot of work to do. Molo was sitting on top of the bar, bottle of booze in one hoof, and with some poor militia pony in the other. She had somehow roped them all into a song, an uncoordinated song that clearly nopony knew the lyrics all that well to.

Next to her and sipping on a fancy drink was Low Pressure, cheering her on. He was his usual self, overdressed and overly groomed. But his poster didn't have the sameness to it, lacking the "i don't give a damn" care he normally gives off. I should know, I had to deal with it for over a month.

"Hay Lottery, join us." Molo shouted as soon as she saw me. "Drinks… are on me."

Trotting over, I realized something. "Please don't tell me you're using our war fund."

She paused for a moment, letting the militia pony go, then smiled. "Maybe, but it's for a good cause." Molo raised her hooves up, splashing some of her booze around. "See, everypony is all smiles. It's what everypony needs!"

I looked over at the bartender, and mouthed "how much?"

The mare behind the bar pulled out a notepad and mouthed back, "over four hundred caps in cheap booze."

One of my eyes twitched and then I face hoofed. "Molo… those caps are mainly going to our medical payments. Or to restock on ammo."

Molo gave a long huffing at me, then saying. "I know. Medicine to get rid of Plasma STDs, your legs, Enclave boys lack of hooves, and the likely brain damage numbers mare."

Low Pressure drunkenly chuckled. "Numbers mare, that's a good one. Sis loves her numbers, and nagging, so much nagging."

Ignoring Low for now, I kept my attention on Molotov. "Then why are you wasting our caps? You couldn't have drank all the booze in the penthouse?"

"And not share the joy." She said as her eyes darted away from me, finding the ceiling more interesting. "And Mint keeps locking them out from me."

"Booo!" Low added.

And Mint can't keep an eye on her all the time. Fantastic, my best friend is a drunkard now.

"Molo, let's go somewhere quieter, we need to talk." I asked her.

She leaned forward, losing her balance and falling, forcing me to catch my friend. "Oh, you want to do the sideways dance, fun for all, even more for us mares." Her breath was rancid with booze, and she didn't waste time feeling me up.

'Hold her!" I told Cold, tossing Molo to him.

She giggled over the short distance in the air, landing into Cold's hooves, who nearly gagged at the smell of her.

Taking a sip from my canteen, I then grabbed Low by the tail. "Yuu ooo." I said through clenched teeth as he hit the ground, not even struggling.

I wanted to head to the penthouse, but Plasma was going to be a problem I didn't need right now. So we took our friends to a nearby storage room where most of the guns we recovered were being kept. Thankfully the Talons on guard didn't ask any questions, just reminded us not to touch anything unless given permission first.

Putting the two drunk ponies down in a nice open spot, they both just lazily laid back. "Cold, can you go get them some water?" I asked.

"Alright, though I think they deserve the hangovers." He said, clearly as annoyed with them as I was.

Actually, I was surprised that Cold wasn't like them, as losing a wing must be a big deal. But I have other problems to worry about right now.

Returning my attention back to my other friends, I didn't like seeing them like this, and hoped that it was just a passing thing. But I knew this was serious, or at least I needed to treat it that way. They were, after all, my friends.

"Molo, I know this is about your daughters, and… sorry for pushing the issue." I told her.

She rolled her eyes. "No, no, I'm already over that. It's just that we got ta big fight soon, taking out the Breaking Grounds and all. I just want to keep the morale up and all. What's better than free booze to raise your spirits."

I cocked an eyebrow. "But… you were so upset before. No that can't be, not after what Crown said."

Molo finally sat up, and though her cheeks were still flush, she looked rather sober. "Lottery, I've been called far worse all my life, such words aren't going to change who I am." She smiled wide, as though forcing all her joy out. "It was all true anyways, so why let it hold me back."

"Molo?" I said slowly, a bad feeling creeping up my spine about all this. "But she called you all those terrible things."

"And it's all true." She replied.

"Not anymore." I responded.

"You would think!" She growled back at me.

I froze, not knowing how to respond to that.

"Lottery." Molo's voice became softer as she took a step back. "Just because I say I'm an ex-raider, it doesn't change the fact I was one. Just like it doesn't change the fact I was a pillow mare whore. And don't you go adding your own experience to it, that at least wasn't your choice. You chose not to join the slaver, or the raider, and yes you ended up in the Showroom, but that's because you were pushed into it. I'm different."

Looking me in the eyes, she stepped closer, and something in her eyes… scared me. "I chose it all, every mistake was made by my own hooves."

"You chose to survive Molo." I told her.

She laughed. "Yes, I chose to survive. To survive by leaching on others, and never taking responsibility. That's what it means to be a raider, or to be a pillow mare. Oh I do miss being with my sisters and aunts, but at the end of the day, Redeye wasn't wrong. What's the saying; beauty is only fur deep. Ya, we were really ugly under all our niceties. We had to be to survive… it's what we told ourselves to make it all okay."

Trotting to me, came side to side with me, shaking her hips nere my face. "The pillow mares were am much into the slave business as any other Fillydelphia group, finding lost mares and selling them off to whatever horny slaver wanted a disposable fuck. And our clients, well some couldn't pay for what they bought, so we found other ways to make caps off them… unforgivable ways. Ways that make what happened to the Pillow mares justified. No, it made what happened to them a slap on the fenlocks, I mean, if the Stable Dweller found us, it be just like Arbu. But waste nothing as everypony says, I mean, everypony does it. Or so we told ourselves. "

Molo let out a long sigh. "I didn't need to become a raider, it's not like there wasn't anything else I could have done. It was just easy. Too easy. Not like it wasn't anything I haven't done before, just with more chems and violence." She trotted to my other side, still smiling, but lacking any happiness in it. "So why not do my best to spread as much happiness around as I can. It's the best I can do after all the misery I've caused. It's the only thing I can do."

"And what about Crown and Flash? You will be doing the same for them, right?" I asked.

For a moment the smile dropped, and a look of doubt and shame formed on her face, but only for a moment. Molo smiled again as she trotted back to the spot I dumped her. "They will be fine without me, better than fine." Her voice was soft, almost lacking the harshness of her life. "I've done what I needed to do, and made sure they're safe. But how long until I mess that up, how long until I ruin their lives like I would have If I got to be their mother. Naw, not happening. They are better off with their father, and away from their raider mother."

I trotted up to her, glaring her in the eyes, "that's not true!"

Molo flippantly rolled her eyes at me again and said coldly. "Lottery, do you know how many ponies I've killed? Lives I've ruined? Yes, the Shatter Hoof Raiders weren't like the chem fiends you find in some parts of the wasteland, but we were still raiders. It didn't matter if the caravan were Redeye's hench ponies or just merchants who paid Redeye's tax, it was all the same. We even attacked settlements who had no choice but to do as Redeye says… even some who resisted him."

She then sighed and flopped onto the ground. "And It’s not like I was some poor grunt. I mean you don't get on the shit list of other raider crews by staying in the background." She laughed bitterly. "If Gwadina hadn't taken over, it's possible I could have been boss. Well, I'd have to kill a few ponies first, but that comes with being a raider."

I took a step back, feeling unsure. "What are you talking about, Molo?"

Molo rolled over, looking away from me. "Simple, all too simple, Lottery." She then bent backwards, looking at me upside down. "I was a raid leader, and I led raiders to kill anypony in our way. That's where I got my raider name, because I loved seeing ponies burn."

Pulling her head up and laying back down, Molo then let out a loud huff. "Crown and Flashed are pure and innocent fillys. Not deceptively cruel pillow mares, or mad raiders… their… like you. Before the wasteland hurt you."

"And you've done right by me!" I told Molo.

"You wouldn't have gotten fucked by the Murder Ballers if I did right by you!" She snapped at me, then added in a soft but cold tone. "I could have saved you from Tripwire actually. After you told me about him, I just knew you were being taken advantage of… worse actually… after we had met again… the first thing I thought after you told me how you ended up in the Showroom… I thought, That's what you get for being stupid."

She laughed again. "Ain't I shit, just the worst. Spine Breaker was right. Not about you, but about me, yes. I'm a raider, and given time, I'll turn my girls into raiders. It starts with small habits, or ignoring things I shouldn't ignore, but eventually by me being their mother, they will become like me. And don't go saying that it won't happen… I've seen it, over and over again. Little innocent foals become vile raiders, all because their parents are raiders. No, that's not happening, not to them."

"Molo… no, Sparking Passion. " I said, my voice quivering.

"Makes no difference. Both mares are vile, just one hid it better." She said mockingly. "Now can you fuck off… I want to be alone. It lets me hear the voices of those I've killed better. Reminds me of who I am."

"No!" I said.

"And what, fight me? Fuck me? You got better shit to do, so tell Grizzly I'll stop fucking around with the militia. They were getting boring anyways." Molo then kicked Low, who stumbled to me. "Take pretty colt too, the fuckers got annoying hours ago."

"Rude." Low Pressure said as he trotted over to me.

Again I said, "Molo." But got no response from her. And after a long moment, I knew she wasn't going to say anymore. It would be something I needed to deal with later, after Molo had some more time to think.

Leaving, Cold Trails opened the door with two large bottles of water. I told him, "leave one bottle inside, we're going to see High Pressure."

He seemed to do just that, and then helped me escort Low to his sister.

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I was all done with long talks, and other brahman shit today, so when we arrived at High Pressure's bedside, and the mare was still in a coma, I didn't waste time with Lowe's shit.

"So what's your Celestia damn problem, Low?" I asked him harshly.

The narcissistic stallion looked at me confused for a moment, before shifting his gaze at his sister. "Well, long ago, when I was just a colt."

"To the point, Low, to the damn point!" I said sternly.

He sighed and leaned back on the back of his sister's bed, looking both relaxed, yet tired. "Fine, no long winded stories, not like anypony cares. Not like I've done anything to make ponies care, or wanted to."

He looked up, taking a momentary glance at his sister. "Well she stupidly did, and I made her miserable for it." Low chuckled. "Stole her colt friend once and she gave me a black eye for it. So you want to know my fucking problem, I'll tell you."

Letting himself slump down more, both his wings and hooves stretched out wide. "Because I know that nopony cares about me, and it's all my fault for it. Just like what High Pressure always told me. And I just don't want to think about it."

"But you can't, can you." Cold Trails then said. "You can't stop thinking about how this is your punishment. That you deserve to have your face shoved in the mud… we all do."

Low wiggled his hoof in a so-so motion. "Not like I killed anypony innocent, like you trooper colt."

"But you did condemn ponies to be dashights, or watched them suffer with the raider. You were there when the Brain Nails captured Plasma, weren't you?" I asked him, not hiding my disdain.

"Ya I was, and no I didn't stop it. Not like I could do shit. Fuck, in both cases I'd be on the other end if I didn't do all that. It's to follow orders or be the one with the gun to your head, Lottery. Sometimes ponies do bad things because they have no choice in the matter, and sometimes they don't care that they're forced to do it. Ain't no way I feel guilty for any of that. So don't go blaming me for shit. It was going to happen with or without me." He huffed, but then muttered, "At least I was the one to breed Plasma over those bastards."

My hoof moved before could think, striking him in the face, "the fuck was that!" I shouted.

Blood dripped from his nose, but it was clear he didn't care. "Oh come off it, you know I'm fucking gay. I didn't choose to fuck her, but the boss must have first dibs, or he's not the boss. Bandsaw was insistent, and even made sure I was the only one up her cunt for the first few days." Wiping the blood off, he looked me in the eyes, looming quite serious. "Anyways, Plasma and I have already talked about this. And we agreed to not say anything about it even if the foal comes out a pegasus."

Low then reached up and knocked on High Pressure's bed. "But my sis, she'd be ecstatic about it. Always angry because she's sterile, and that her brother was never going to give her a niece or nephew. Our parents pulled a few strings and were allowed to have more foals, then pretend we didn't exist. Their pricks like that."

"So when I saw her, I had had thought; hay, she's going to be rather fucking happy about that. Then bam, she was dyeing on the ground." Low's gaze drifted to the ground, looking rather conflicted. "It was strange, I both wanted to laugh and scream when I saw her go down. But instead I did nothing. Not like I could have helped her if wanted to. I mean… well… maybe I could have, but I didn't. "

"And now you're causing problems." I said.

"That's what I'm good at, after all." He said back at me as he sat up straight. "It helps me not think about complicated stuff."

A groan came from the bed as High Pressure sat up. "And that's why you're a pain in my flank, Low."

"You're awake!" I said in surprise. "How long?"

The pegasus mare rubbed her neck. "Since… last night, I think. Been passing out now and then since I woke up. The Doctor said she'd send you a message about it. But I guess not, fucking griffins."

Low's eyes went wide. "Ohhh, that's what she meant."

High Pressure, Cold Trails, and I all face hoofed.

High then breathed in sharply. "Fucking, headaches…" she hissed, then sat up more so that she could glare down at her brother. "Now tell me more, where is this mare? Her name was Plasma, right? Can I talk to her?"

I decided to stop her right there. "Best not yet. She's not in any condition to talk about such things."

Low laughed. "You can say that again, she's seriously gone off the deep-"

I shut him up with a back hoof! "If your involved in what Plasma's been doing and didn't tell me about it, I'm fucking up your face!"

"Do it anyway, It'll make me feel better." High Pressure suggested. "As for this Plasma, I don't care. Family is family after all, so you can fill me in on the details later." She then winced in pain as she held her head. "But first, can you all leave for an hour or two, this is too much excitement for me right now."

"Alright. But I do have a few things to do first, and ponies to talk to." I told the mare as I forced her brother up. "And I don't know how much it's worth to you, but I'm happy that you're better."

She waved a hoof at me dismissively. "Ya ya, hugs and kisses. Just go, please."

The three of us then left, the day only giving me more shit to think about, making me really want a drink. But no, I still had a filly to see.

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