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- You quietly, clopping anyway, walk up to her, not saying a single word just yet.
- "Hello Anon" She smiles as you look at her.
- You pull your head back a bit in surprise "How did you know it was me?"
- "Sharing a kiss with a pony gives you a sort of bond" she says with a slight smirk "You do know what that means right?"
- "That you're a loony who likes to make out with people you want to murder?"
- "Oh that is funny" she says "I guess you really aren't a pony by birth then, because you'd know if I felt a bond, according to pony superstition..." she chuckles as you see her smile get wider and slightly more wicked "Mean's you;'re my special somepony~" her voice has a taunting musical tone to it.
- You try to keep from grimacing in slight disgust and confusion. "I don't believe in superstition."
- "I do."
- "Well that's one of us," You remark "Plus you've tried to kill me twice what would make you think I'd fall all over myself because of you."
- "I assume you wanted to interrogate me?" she shifts the topic.
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