Tim

As morning started to creep up on me, my internal clock started to stir even before my alarm clock could go off. In recent months, sleep often eluded me, with wistful memories mixed with nightmares causing my mind to race in the quiet pre-dawn hours despite my body's protests for more rest. Nothing ever seemed to help, until now…

Holding Twilight was like a breath of fresh air, or maybe it was how clean the house was after she used magic to do the high dusting. My usual allergies were nowhere to be found, which improved my sleep and my health.

Between having someone to hold, being warm and being able to breathe, I got a good night’s sleep for the first time since my wife had died. It felt strange to not be tired.

At some point in the night, Twilight had shifted in her sleep, and now she was facing me with her hooves wrapped around me while my arms were wrapped around her. It felt perfect, like we belonged exactly where we were.

The simple bliss of feeling loved was enough to make a grown man cry, but this couldn’t be love, could it? Wishful thinking could create a lovely fantasy, just to be trampled by reality.

She was just a roommate of the opposite sex that just so happened to like to cuddle, and we ended up falling asleep together after watching a nature documentary. Ponies clearly had looser boundaries about sharing affection than humans but that didn’t make it sexual, nor should it.

Recalling parts of last night’s conversation stirred me emotionally. Even suggesting that I would ‘let her apply for the job of being my wife’ sounded both unromantic and painfully awkward. I had to hope I could play that off as just being tired, but I also had a hard time forgetting what I saw after she dropped her towel. She claimed she wanted me to look, and I got an eyeful. But… I was torn between feeling more attracted to her and feeling overwhelmed by the rapidness of our connection. I didn’t want to move too fast with her, but my wife had been gone for over a year and I was afraid that I wouldn’t turn down a good enough offer. Twilight certainly had a lot to offer…

As I grappled with these conflicting emotions, the harsh reality of knowing that it was going to be a long day intruded on my thoughts.

My alarm clock shattered what was left of the morning bliss and me and Twilight opened our eyes at the same time, allowing me to stare into her deep purple eyes. Her mane was trussed up and seemed adorably messy, but her coat was clean, soft, and she was so huggable.

Twilight's horn glowed softly as she magically silenced the alarm, the ethereal light dancing across her face and reminding me just how breathtaking she truly was. I was transfixed on her, and I couldn’t seem to say anything or look away.

She was looking as deeply into my eyes as I was into hers and she giggled lightly while stretching, as if simply happy to be near me. As Twilight stretched, her body pressed against mine in ways that made me acutely aware of our differences... and similarities.

Her voice was light and airy, “Good morning, did you sleep well?”

My throat was dry, but I replied, “Best sleep I’ve had in a long time. Did you sleep well?”

Her smile captivated me as she replied. “I’ve never been held as tightly as I was last night. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sleep at first, but I quickly grew to like the affection. I never thought that simply being held could feel so good. Thank you for the experience.”

I nodded dumbly at her praise, not sure if it was an invitation to do more or a request to do less. I felt like I needed to push boundaries, much like she must have felt yesterday when she teased me while the drying off in the bathroom yesterday.

I leaned closer, inch by inch, closer and closer to her lips. Her eyes went wide for just a moment before she also started to lean in for what had to be a magical first kiss. Just a little more…

“I’m hungry, Daddy.”

We pulled apart quickly and looked down. Fortunately, the daybed was so tall that Sara couldn’t possibly have seen us about to kiss. I sat up in bed.

“Of course, Sara. Let me get you a bowl of cereal.”

I disentangled myself from Twilight’s hooves, trying very hard not to touch her stomach or… lower, and trying equally hard not to look at the same places I was trying not to touch. Finally rolling away and landing on the floor, I went to the kitchen and got the bowls out to serve a cold breakfast.

Turning on the lights, I glanced back at Twilight, and she seemed to be blushing about the whole encounter, even though it wasn’t followed through. She also seemed very aware of my efforts not to touch or look at something I shouldn’t have around young eyes. That blush confirmed for me the other times she had blushed yesterday, that I hadn’t been able to tell for sure if it was a blush or not… until now.

Twilight made herself some oatmeal while I got a bowl of cereal for myself and Sara. We ate in silence, Sara simply enjoying her meal while I was at a loss of what to say. Twilight kept stealing glances at me, but she wasn’t as inconspicuous as she thought she was, and she ended up blushing even harder when she went to steal another glance at me just to see me watching her and smiling at her antics.

The meal was finished quickly, due to not speaking, and getting Sara ready for school and myself ready for work also didn’t take very long. Getting into the car and leaving was faster than I assumed it would be with an extra person along, but Twilight was a no-nonsense pony when it came to work, just like myself.

Sara’s school was on the same street as the trailer park and was less than half a mile from home. Some of the older students walked to school but Sara was too young, and I was protective enough to never want her to walk even when she was old enough. Sara was, after all, the only thing I had left of my wife. I dropped off Sara at school at the earliest possible time, 7:00 am on the dot, like I always did, and we started heading towards work.

Heading to work would be the exact same commute as coming home had been yesterday, so there would be nothing of interest to point out on the way. I needed an icebreaker, but everything of a personal nature felt too awkward. It was like trying to saddle a unicorn – theoretically possible, but likely to end with someone getting bucked off.

Twilight seemed just as reluctant to start a conversation, her posture stiff and her head faced forward, watching the road. Deciding to stick to safer topics, I found myself fidgeting with my seatbelt, stalling for time, and when I did finally speak, I focused on work-related matters. To my surprise and relief, she turned to me, giving me her full attention. I half-expected her ears to swivel like satellite dishes, ready to pick up every word.

“The rest of guys get to work at 7 am to handle early morning customer pick-up orders for when we open at 8 am. I’m allowed to come in at 8 am because it’s not possible to drop off my daughter at school any earlier than I already do. Given that I’m your ride to and from work, I’m going to assume that they aren’t going to have a choice but to allow you to work the same schedule as me.”

Twilight sighed. “Tim… do you want to talk about last night and this morning?”

I shuddered but steeled my resolve. "I'm not sure I want to talk about it, but I also think I need to make a full confession to clear the air.”

Words failed me as I grappled with how to broach such a delicate subject. “I wasn't expecting you to show me everything after your bath yesterday, which I'm guessing took a lot of trust and a lot of courage on your part to do. While it feels wrong of me to have looked, I'm not sure I could have stopped myself from looking even if doing so would have made me go blind afterwards. Being tactful is not my strong point so I'll settle for trying not to be crude as I could be. For the sake of sincerity, I won't make any jokes while I'm explaining my thoughts."

I paused, carefully weighing my words to strike a balance between honesty and respect. "Your... equine features... are different from human women, but not in a negative way. I imagine we could find a way to make things work if we wanted to take things in that direction, but I don’t see why you would want to, given that I’m nothing special. We cuddled all night... which I liked, and it did honestly help me sleep better, for which I am very grateful. And I almost kissed you this morning. We were inches apart, close enough that I could feel your breath. If Sara had been a minute later, who knows what other parts we might have been touching. You've made me feel alive again for the first time since my wife died..."

I tapered off, not sure what else to say. The uncertainty must have been clear on my face. Yesterday’s brief conversation about what being a 'roommate with benefits' entailed, followed by Twilight's bold display in the bathroom mere hours later, had left me more conflicted than ever. The way she had dried herself off, deliberately teasing me, was seared into my memory. And now, here we were, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife.

Twilight nodded encouragingly. “I’m happy to hear all that, but you still look like you’re holding back. Tell me the truth about all of it, even if you think it would hurt my feelings.”

I frowned. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings. Maybe if I think about this more, I can be honest about everything without hurting you.”

Her smile seemed playful. “You served in your people’s military, right? Don’t your people have an expression about ripping the band-aide off quickly, so it hurts less? Maybe I need to be hurt by a careless but brutally honest statement. Let me have it.”

I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not and I needed to get to the heart of this issue without making things worse. I sighed and expressed myself honestly.

“We need to work out some kind of communication system, like a code word or phrase that lets me know when you’re being honest about this type of stuff. We’re both guilty of teasing each other, the only difference is that I’ve kept my teasing to verbal jokes while you put yourself on display. I don’t know what to think.”

She furrowed her brows in thought. “Tim. Despite how you see yourself, you are very special to me. You make me feel safe. You’ve taken care of me in a way that I would expect from a special somepony, not simply a roommate or co-worker. Your kindness reminds me of the unconditional love of an Equestrian.”

She gulped, getting into the more awkward parts of her explanation. “Yes, me dropping that towel and presenting myself was bold and playful of me, very out of character, and it was not something I would normally do. Tartarus, you are the first stallion I’ve ever done that for. However, I wanted you to look at me, to soak me up with your eyes in all my glory and I don’t regret showing you, at least from a purely physical standpoint. We’ve both seemed to have some mixed feelings and we’ve both sent a few mixed signals so far. Your daughter calling me mommy last night broke my heart because I know I can’t fill that void, but part of me also wants to try, and your offer to let me try fills me with great joy and dread. What If I get it wrong? What if I make it worse? The offer appeals to me but I don’t know how to court you.”

Twilight bit her lip before continuing. “As last night dragged on… part of me regretted teasing you, from an emotional standpoint, because you’re so stoic that I can’t tell what you want or how you feel. I need to know if I’ve taken this too far. I need to know what you want and what you expect. The power here is all yours. Please, Tim! I’d rather have the ugly truth than a pretty lie. I need to know… if I’m going to have to move out when I get that first check or if you’re going to let me stay… I’ll do anything to be able to stay.”

My hands trembled on the steering wheel, a mix of frustration and self-directed anger coursing through me. “I knew that it was wrong to make a half-assed joke about letting you take the job of being my new wife. Despite all the jokes, it’s not fair to you for me to suggest that a deeper relationship or being a roommate with benefits would be the only way you’d be able to stay with me long term, especially given that you probably have a lot of stallions waiting for you to come home. I’m sorry for the jokes, teasing, and mixed signals. Maybe I should just back off and be a normal roommate. A normal friend.”

Twilight gasped and shook her head. “No! I like what we have, and I’d like to see it grow. The only stallions I have waiting for me is my brother and my father. I’ve never had a coltfriend, so you won’t have to deal with any Ex’s. I don’t care if I have to deal with any of your old Ex’s, they can kiss my flank. Just tell me how you feel. Please!”

The road demanded my attention, and our looming work schedule left no time for the deep conversation we desperately needed. Each moment that the silence stretched on seemed to make her wilt, my silence was worse than hearing what she feared.

“You want the truth? My innermost personal thoughts and feelings in all their brutal honesty? Can you handle the truth?”

Twilight was shaking now, but probably in fear. Her whisper was gut wrenching. “Yes.”

My voice held little emotion, but I was being honest. “The truth is that I loved my wife with all my heart. It was love at first sight with all the bells and whistles that only seem to happen in books or in a movie. We served together in the military, and we got married one month before we left service to start our family together. 4 years of perfect love. A perfect daughter. And then 1 year ago a drunk driver hit her car head on, and she died instantly. In my worst nightmares, I picture her suffering before she took her last breath. In my waking moments, I relive the moment of being called to identify her body since not much of her face was left. I am stoic because I can’t let my daughter see her father cry. My heart shattered that day, and I never thought I could love again. I would have died, maybe even killed myself - but Sara needs me. So, I live for her. And now there’s you…”

Twilight gulped. “Me?”

I nodded. “Who else? You came trotting into my life looking like the most beautiful creature to have ever walked the face of the Earth. You're cute, charming in a nerdy bookish way, far more intelligent than me, and let's not forget how good you look wet... I mean, after a bath. The fact that you like me at all blows my mind as I don’t feel deserving of your attraction. And the way you dropped your towel in the bathroom, teasing me with everything normally hidden under your tail? I’m not sure you would have stopped me if I tried to make love to you right then and there.”

She looked down at the floorboards, her voice barely above a whisper. “I... I'm not sure I would have stopped you either. In that moment, I felt so bold, so... ready. Tartarus… for all intents and purposes… I did present myself to you without a second thought. I’m not sure if I am grateful that you didn’t act on it or upset that you didn’t act on it. Am I not pretty enough? Is it wrong that I wanted you to... to want me like that? It's all so confusing now, looking back.”

I hesitated and then sighed. “No, you’re very pretty, and it's not wrong to have those feelings. But acting on them right now... that's complicated. The point I’m trying to make is that this is moving too fast. I still love my wife. I’m not completely over her death. I know that she would want me to find love again but is this love? Do you like me, or love me enough to make love to me, or are you just doing what you must to secure a place to live for the next 6 months? I don’t think my heart could bear to be broken again when you leave to go back to Equestria in 6 months. And don’t pretend that you’re going to stay for me and my daughter. I need the ugly truth and not a pretty lie also.”

Twilight paused, gathering her courage. “If I'm being completely honest, Tim... I'd be willing to... to be intimate with you, even if it was just to secure my place here. Even if you don’t have any feelings for me, I’m willing to play by the rules we both agree to… like you said in your explanation yesterday; roommates ‘with benefits’. But… it feels like something more than that is developing between us, and I want to explore these feelings more, to see if they could grow into something deeper. I'm not trying to hurt you, and I really don't want to hurt Sara. I also don't know what to do…”

I took a deep breath, considering her words carefully. "Twilight, I appreciate your honesty. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted by your offer. It is hard to admit, but I do have feelings for you, but I think we need to be careful here."

She looked at me, a mix of hope and uncertainty in her eyes. "What are you suggesting?"

I sighed, trying to find the right words. “Look, I can’t lie about this. I'm attracted to you, and it's clear you're attracted to me. But I don't want to rush into anything we might regret. How about this - we'll be friends and roommates, but with the understanding that there might be benefits, once we’re both more comfortable with the idea. I don’t want you to think you would, I want you to know you would. And I don’t want you to do it just to avoid being homeless. That would make me a bad roommate and a worse friend.”

Twilight seemed to consider this carefully. “So, not quite friends, not quite lovers, but... potentially both, eventually?”

I nodded. “Exactly. We can explore this attraction between us, but slowly. No pressure, no expectations. And more importantly, I want you to feel secure here, regardless of whether we become intimate or not.”

Twilight's eyes showed a mix of relief and curiosity. “And if things get... heated?”

I felt my cheeks warm. “Then we deal with it like adults. But I want you to know, this isn't just about physical release for me. I care about you, Twilight. I don't want to ruin what could be something real by rushing into bed. And I definitely don't want you to feel like you have to sleep with me to keep a roof over your head. Honestly, I don’t see how people accept Friends with Benefits type situations. There should be nothing ‘causal’ about something so intimate.”

She looked out her passenger side window, then back at me, her expression softening. “I appreciate that, Tim. I care about you too, and Sara. I don't want to mess this up. And... thank you for making sure I feel secure, regardless of where this goes.”

I reached over and squeezed her hoof gently. “We'll figure this out together. One day at a time. And who knows? Maybe by the weekend, we'll have a better idea of where this is going.”

Twilight nodded, a small smile on her face. “I like the sound of that. Friends with potential benefits and potential romance, but no pressure either way. It's complicated, but... it feels right.”

“It does,” I agreed. I liked the feel of her fur, so I rubbed my hand up and down her foreleg. “Now, let's get to work before we're late. We can continue this... exploration... later.”

Twilight bit her lip, a blush creeping across her face. “So... does this mean no more towel drops or teasing? Because I might need to invest in a pony-sized cold shower if that's the case.”

I chuckled, feeling some of the tension ease. “The bath can run cold water, but I've never been fond of cold baths or showers. I wouldn't mind having a larger shower installed, but I can't afford it with my salary. However, I won't stop you from making improvements to the house that makes you more comfortable.” I paused, considering my next words carefully. “As for the teasing... I won't stop you, even if it is sexually suggestive. But Sara needs to be asleep when it happens. I don't want her walking in on something I'm not ready to explain yet.”

Twilight nodded, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Understood. But... what if you change your mind and tell me to assume the position and give you a real show?”

I swallowed hard. “Would you even entertain the idea? Are you worried about me wanting you before you’re ready? Or are you hoping that I’ll just go ahead and take you, so we can bleed off all this sexual tension to make it easier to go slow afterwards? We’ve both done a good job of trying to be honest with each other and all jokes aside, I don’t think a quickie is going to fix this…”

Twilight’s voice was husky with desire, though also still teasing. “I’m not asking for a quickie. I want to see how good of a stallion you can be.”

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles going white. The tension in the air was palpable. I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts.

“Twilight,” I began, my voice low and measured, “Once again… I appreciate your honesty, but your teasing is literally killing me. And believe me, the temptation is there. But this isn't something we should rush into, especially not while we're driving to work.” I continued, trying to be as bold as I was honest. “I’ve been thinking a lot about yesterday, and I realized that I do need a mare's touch. But I also need you to understand what you're getting into with me and Sara. Like I said, this isn't just about physical release. I desire a real relationship, preferably long term.”

Swallowing hard, I continued, “When we get home tonight, after Sara's in bed, we can talk more. Really talk. About us, about what we both want and expect. No teasing, no jokes. Just honesty.”

I glanced at her, my expression serious. “And if we both feel ready for something more after that conversation, then... well, we'll see where the night takes us. But only if you're absolutely sure. Because once we cross that line, there's no going back. I can't afford to have my heart broken again, and I won't risk hurting Sara.”

I glanced at her, noticing the mix of anticipation and nervousness in her eyes. “Are you okay with that? Taking things slow, I mean.”

She nodded, a soft smile on her face. “I think it's the right approach. I'm just... new to all this. I've never felt this way before. I’m sorry if I’m pushing this too fast, but… there are things happening that I’m not sure I can explain just yet. Please, be patient with me while I figure this out more.”

I returned her smile, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “We'll figure it out together.”

Twilight's expression turned thoughtful, and she bit her lip before speaking again. “Tim... There is something else I've been wondering about. What about... um, foals?”

My humor evaporated. This was serious territory we were entering. “That's... a big question. What are your thoughts?”

“Me personally? I am not opposed to the idea,” she said softly. “Sara calling my mommy made me realize that I do want to be a mother someday and I just wanted to know if we were on the same page here. I want the kind of love my parents have. This is all so new and intense. I care for you and Sara deeply, and I want to be part of your lives. I don't think that not wanting foals right now should prevent us from trying for a more serious relationship in there here and now, but I’m not sure if my heart could take it if you didn’t want more children. If this goes all the way to marriage, we need the same goals. It doesn’t have to be right now… but I certainly want a few foals in the future.”

I nodded, processing her words. “You're right. We do need to be on the same page on something this important. I don’t talk about it much, but my wife was pregnant with our second child when she died…”

Twilight gasped in shock, a tear rolling down her face. “Oh, Tim…”

I shook my head. “I do want more children, and I think it would be wonderful to consider the possibility of having some with you. It might surprise you to know that I asked my wife on our first date if she wanted kids, because I wasn’t going to waste her time if we didn’t agree on the big issues. As for us right now, we shouldn't rush into anything, especially not something as life changing as having a child together. Let's take this one step at a time. Tonight... let's just focus on us. On exploring these feelings that we have. Does that sound okay?”

Twilight smiled, her tears still evident in her eyes. “That sounds perfect, Tim. One step at a time.”

As we neared our destination, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness about what the evening would bring. But one thing was certain - whatever happened, we'd face it together.

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Twilight

I needed to change the subject to something more practical. “Now that we've talked about... us, how are we going to handle work today? I'd feel terrible if I overwork myself and we can't follow through on our plans for tonight.”

Tim seemed relieved at the shift to a less emotionally charged topic. “Right, work. I think the plan is for you to use your spell to transmute another trailer into spare parts to fix a few more trailers to use as empties today. Then, we'll take a break - maybe have an early lunch together as a date. After you've recovered, we'll do our normal thing of pulling drum orders. Hopefully, if you start running low on magic, most of the work will be done by then.”

I blushed at the suggestion of a lunch date, but it made sense. He had joked with Joe that he couldn't call me his girlfriend until after a first date, and he seemed chivalrous enough to want to uphold social norms.

A thought crossed my mind, and I frowned slightly. “Tim, should we tell Melvin that I'm living with you? Given our... developing situation?”

Tim considered this for a moment before responding. “He doesn't strictly need to know you're living with me, but they will need your address for official company information and records. If they ever have reason to compare our files, they'd figure it out. We're not doing anything wrong, so we don't need to hide it, but we also don't need to volunteer the information. I'm not embarrassed about it, though.”

I relaxed with the explanation. “I wasn't accusing you of being embarrassed about me living with you, but if Joe is any indication, there will be jokes about us being together.”

Tim's smile was a welcome relief, but his humor was a little dry on the subject, though after the previous ups and downs of our earlier conversation, that might be expected.

“Humans seem to go out of their way to be rude or crude in certain situations. I would bet anything that there will be a joke about us having sex the second anyone other than Melvin knows that we're living together, and those jokes would happen whether we were planning to really do it or not. Hell, Joe would joke about it even if we weren't living together.”

We finally arrived at work, and Tim punched in on the time clock. We went to Melvin's office, and I filled out the rest of my new hire paperwork that I couldn't finish yesterday, now that I had an address to list.

Tim took the opportunity to explain our living arrangements and how it would affect my schedule, having to show up at 8 am with him instead of earlier like the other employees, since he was my roommate and my ride.

Melvin leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you two... involved? Pipeline Express has several married couples working together, so it wouldn't be against company policy if you were.”

Tim and I exchanged a quick glance, both of us blushing slightly.

Tim cleared his throat. “We're... roommates. Anything beyond that is still being figured out.”

I nodded, adding, “We're taking things one day at a time.”

Melvin raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I see. Well, as long as it doesn't affect your work, what you do in your personal time is your business. Just remember, if things do progress, you'll need to inform HR for the records.”

Tim cleared his throat. “You’re not disgusted by the idea? Twilight, as an Equestrian, is just as much of a person as we are… but I still expect some jokes that push all limits. I’m not sure how I’m going to handle that…”

Melvin's expression softened, a warm smile spreading across his face. “You know, when I first started dating my wife, we faced a lot of raised eyebrows too. It wasn’t easy being a white man dating a black woman, 40 years ago. People thought we were too different. But love... love finds a way.”

He leaned forward, his voice gentle but firm. “What I'm trying to say is, don't let anyone else's opinions hold you back. If you two find happiness together, grab onto it with both hands. Life's too short for regrets.”

Tim and I exchanged another glance, this time with small smiles.

“Thank you, Melvin,” I said, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “That means a lot.”

Melvin's expression turned more serious. “Just remember, not everyone will be as understanding. Joe, for instance – he's a good worker, but he's got a mouth on him. He's going to tease you mercilessly about this.”

He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands. “My advice? Don't let it get to you. Give as good as you get, if you can. Sometimes, the best way to handle folks like Joe is to beat them at their own game. But if it ever crosses a line, you come to me, understood?”

Tim and I both nodded, grateful for both the warning and the offer of support.

Melvin's face relaxed into a grin. “Good. Now, enough of this old man's ramblings. Let's get back to business.”

Tim seemed grateful for permission and the advice, but I’m not sure it would have stopped us from exploring our feelings further in any event. Tim continued wrapping up the updates of what Melvin needed to know while I was putting the finishing touches on my new hire paperwork.

“...So, that being said, the plan is to fix more trailers first thing this morning, then take an early lunch to rest, and then we should be able to handle the drums without a repeat of yesterday.”

Melvin nodded. “That sounds reasonable. What happens if she uses too much magic again or gets hurt?”

Tim shrugged but sounded confident. “She isn't on company insurance yet and doesn't have short-term or long-term disability options as a result. I'm going to do my best to limit any chances of her getting hurt or using too much magic, but this is still very trial and error. As a former Army medic, I did okay with treating her yesterday when she over-used magic, and I'll keep a close eye on her. Worst case... you might have to pay both of us a full 8 hours of labor even if we leave early or have to take ‘unofficial medical leave' to recover from a mishap to avoid liability or a lawsuit. Cheaper than the other options for sure, not completely legal though.”

Melvin sighed. “We're already paying extra for magical miracles. Giving you both a few paid days off that don't count towards your sick time or vacation time is reasonable in the event of an incident... just try to be careful.”

Tim smiled. “As long as nothing stupid happens and it's a normal day, we should be okay.”

Tim’s own reassurances to Melvin notwithstanding, as we headed towards Joe's shop, I couldn't shake the feeling that today's 'normal day' was about to become anything but. I hated bad feelings like this, but it's not like I could just clock out early and leave. I would hate doing that more than Tim would, since I seemed to have something to prove...

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