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I could probably stand to be more feminine, I guess.

But no. I consider myself to be neutral, favoring no particular gender role. I am me.

Yes I am.

My favorite drinks are strawberry wine coolers and bon-bons.

I’d rather you didn’t mess with me at all.

Unless you mean the odd question like if I’m a tomboy. That’s no big deal.

They can’t help themselves.

I’ve discussed this before, but in short I agree.

When me and a few others would go clear across Canterlot to this video game store to play some games on the in-store displays, I remember this one filly, way younger than us, that would watch us play Grand Theft Carriage. She even played a few times herself.

She was in advanced classes and made excellent grades. Sorry, I just don’t buy the whole “corrupting youth” thing. Can make ponies more jaded and cynical, maybe. But she never had a problem with it.

By the way, we’d sometimes get paid bits for playing those games by the owners. We’d make them look easy and customers would get drawn in.

I’m in good spirits! About to play a game with Mint and some others, actually!

“Drop everything. Leave town and head for Ponyville.”

She wouldn’t listen to me, though.

Assuming you meant on the human maturity scale, by the by.

I don’t have one.

And I wouldn’t let you if I did.

I don’t…

I sent her a message a few days ago, but I haven’t heard anything back.

Who? Is that supposed to be some drug-obsessed version of Bon-Bon?

“Hey, what’s up? At work tomorrow, there’ll be this filly named Adri. You met her before at a different school earlier this year, but she was transferred into a different program. She has some fascination with Dewey and keeps saying his name and physically interacting with him. It wouldn’t be a big deal, but you know Dewey can get violent and we don’t want him to hurt her.

Don’t give her an inch.”

I can’t think of a topic that I haven’t covered already, in at least some capacity.

Got time and a story to tell…