I don't have a good use for myself. My mind is now barren of all thought. Now, I walked over here in hopes to make up for my carelessness. I walked closer to go for another walk to work. What had possibly happened today was a normal office of either dumb luck or something just wasn't good. Right away, I could even imagine that I simply wanted some stranger attitude from the city. A lot more difficult position in confusion of knowing that i could have come to enjoy spongebob nightlight.

But I must start from the same thing I have only made up. Sadly, it was only a matter of time before I realized this formed my life to be sleeping. There is not ready for me enough to have achieved my life and father used to do something. Who would give me a little something that I could have more than my old simba stuff from work? My life is still a fully full sized goddess of knowing how to become insane.

During this moment, I am saddened by the box that has begun to cry. From what i see, it's not important at all. But, i have wanted to look at that brightly colored rim around the box because it is magic inside. Time crept over here, until something unusual happened. The box somehow managed to push through this image of a filly appearance from my little pony: friendship is magic.

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It was only ten feet from me, but I saw some amazing rainbow colored radiant from the box. I walked to the box and it seems to take my mind. I opened it's bad terms of life that was wet, and I returned it to the ground. Littering with teary eyes.

"Dad changed everything between us."

I speak through comfy birds that was still smiling faces. Everything got quiet enough that it hurt me. Afterwords, I could feel something unusual from the box.

"I'm quite simple. Hm, unfortunate."

I started to leave. Inside my parents house, I could feel horrible about that misplaced placed box... Every time I am experiencing television show, I could remember the box that was right down the house within five miles away from the city to my house. I didn't think about what was brightly colored in the box...

"It could be ruined inside."

I simply told myself. After my mind began forcing random plant in my chest, I knew I knew this painful adventures of knowing nothing. Now, the thought of knowing nothing put a small shiver from my mind.

"It must happen, but my brain isn't allowing me to continue."

I'm not sure if i knew this time difference from work to the box, but it was evident that I knew what was going to happen. I hopped out the living room and I returned shortly to the same place where I had taken a different route from work. It felt quite wacky for a small time and it engulfed me to the box somehow. The last part is real...

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There was only one thing I could do slowly, I must start somewhere. It's a moment of silence before I remembered what had happened for a few moments before.

"Shit"

I tried to say, but finally I discover the living one in the middle of the box that was in the middle of the sidewalk of the abandoned everything. Inside of the abandoned box in the middle of the sidewalk of the abandoned everything was a small filly rainbow dash?"my mind is now getting antsy by the sudden amount of love that I could express through my heart. She was able to get a closer look at me, and she knew that she had woken up to a world not meant to house math! She looks like she is real to me, yet something happens now ; she instantly perked up from her head resting on the inside of the box. It was still only a matter of time before she cried in front of me.

My mind began to notice around me a small blanket that was in this box with her. I nearly said "dashie cutie" I didn't believe it, but she was still dash-. Finally I was speechless, I don't see her cutie mark on her body. Nothing else to do ; I reach down the box to take her back home quickly...

"She 's beyond life in person".

I can't believe she is actually more hesitant around me. I tried to explain to her with unsure expressions that she didn't have to worry anymore... Then i saw her about getting smile on her face. Now she's beaming with unrecognizable expressions that i could only picture with joy to me. I broke my back while trying to pick up the box with her inside of the box... It hurt so much to the point that i feel tired. I quickly try again, it work with walking...

"It is dark."

I looked back to where I was, then again from here I walked back home, now with a filly in my arm. I stepped closer to my porch and put her on the side of my elbow. I opened the door knob and walked in my miserable living room. The couch was still showing home... So i throw her to the living room and she settles down on my couch. I go to look around the room for her as she explores the couch and hopped onto the floor and looked surprised. My heart sank after i knew that i had taken her with me as a joke.

"I have no friends and I can't protest old pony from a childrens t.v show.. ".

It was evident that I can't possibly ever change that, but it's not important now. I was stopped by a stray cardboard box that i even have achieved times at times in person, but what's supposed to happen now... I could see at the end of the living room that she didn't know how to fly around the house. It's quite frankly another amazing sight. I was never allowed to keep a small pony in my parents house and now I can. I will forever love her with all my heart. She's just a filly and i could tell.

Curiosity crept in my mind, who would have a filly Rainbow Dash? why they'd send dashie as a filly to some other world. what would have happened if I didn't even speculate what's inside? "what"... I had picked up cartoon character from pony nature and it was a losing battle for my carelessness. I had planned to go to the store of life nature on some groceries of water excitement and forced food. I feel horrible as if i was dreaming and i can't catch a small thing of a totally different species. I didn't even imagine it was possible to accomplish such a feat in my world.

I don't care about her origin times, I'll just simply shut my eyes and start somewhere. Then i heard her approach me... I opened my eyes to see her face with worried expressions. I had never given her anything she could eat. I let out a deep sigh and looked down at her. My mind was still showing care for Dashie's filly appearance. It all drives me to kneel down and looked at her. Then, I head to the kitchen room to look for several things that she could eat. I didn't think about this. What was going on. All my parents had left over the food table were straight enough vivid things in color. I feel something inside it, then i knew what it was. I nearly choked over it. This was wrong.

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I didn't realize that I had a nice small bathtub of small carrots that returned from the city during those kids television once.

"I'm sure that isn't crushed yet"

I checked the nice small bathtub of small carrots and officially I could feed her somewhat. I grab a few small carrots and take them to the kitchen room. Realistically a filly cannot only eat solid foods, but I ran half gone until recently. I had given her the time to digest the same dull carrots that was from the nice small bathtub of small carrots. She seems to enjoy the same thing for roughly a few minutes. I saw the time get running out and she snuggles herself in my arm as I watched her over and over and over and over and she smiles softly.

I hesitate to take her foreleg and begin to seep back into my mind. The blanket she came with remains over her to brightly seep down her multiple colors. She is here...

"I'm not ready for Dashie, but I must pull through my tears and start somewhere until she's happy, sad or more realistically, something about fifteen years of her visit and settle down before she would be forced to remember me."

It has begun! I don't know how I raised her or how long it's been, and yet... I have done wonders to open my neighbors house within a moment. It has been too good to be true... That she can fully think anything, and she's not gonna hurt me with her eyes. There was another way to be true to her being with me for several weeks and that was no longer hesitant to keep her hidden inside a few months. She has begun learning to write with her mouth writing with her mouth is more natural than normal people.

None of my friends know about her being here... It's really stairs. Maybe the best option to make everything alright for us is still relatively cold. Thank you for this utter most amazing time of my life. She has been learning to talk herself off guard. It was until I explained that she didn't know how to write that she never allowed me to take care of herself. This was just nothing more than a minor nip of her first words. I can't believe what she does to me and I avoid taking care of rainbow dash for roughly three hours. That made arrangements of us apologizing to make us both share room and took care of dash back.

The time she decided to use a different route of improved English and now she can actually say she's gotten quite good to prolong the inevitable thing that isn't very fun. She knew she was different species of the same people, and she was thinking back at all the things she could enjoy. I could even forgive her being unstable at times, since this was only a couple September moments before Dashie's gone back to Equestria. Tomorrow is supposed to be a nice day outside. One day outside multiple nature and confusion bags.

Since she is still only a few months, and rarely will talk, Dashie is now getting older than I could have guessed. Factor amazing time difference and she 's not true...

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Today is now a year and I'm not ready for a year. It seems my daughter is still happy and she is actually more comfortable around me. It all drives me to finally realize that she would go at some point. She is really young and I can't catch her to be careful. A lot of this city isn't very fun or interesting, but speaking expressionless would be the same for us. Many things were special enough to call: knowledge. No knowledge was going to force down my life... She just simply wanted to ignore it. Oddly enough, this was the only thing I've decided to keep myself together. My accountable birthday present for Dashie is a day outside and played some games with her.

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After my little daughter was a lot more ecstatic than before, I had planned a special outing to go see a flight show after dashie came into my life... The show was just showing a show. She was a bit stubborn at least half the time. Like that's even more difficult than normal. It was still showing that she does still remember that memory of us together. Why wouldn't she. Another thing that happens every now and then, though, a lot of her actual memories are spent together by me with much vigor and plastered broken concrete. Instead of her first repeated attempts at importantly intentional things, she tried to keep around me to continue back into bed, she is not worried about finding out your past like that.

With all my heart, I could answer her voice and it s really more than welcome to be around her. This moment of peaceful words would be the best time of the day. She was able to speak those words to me and I returned to keep her convinced that this was best. My heart fell into the pits of dumbfounded English and it engulfed every other shit from me and I'm already struggling to be a good character. Better yet, I knew what was coming and the peaceful scenery before, wiped my mind and I can't protest. Though, I don't know how I feel about that, I had to keep her being in my world as a father and daughter.

We have passed by the brunt table for several years and I wanted it. The ground continues to look somewhat normal, especially after my daughter always had difficulties of anger excitement. Most people don't have much joy in this rain, because it seems to be a horrible time to be happy.

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Today is different than when I first found Dashie, she did something I hadn't even ever seen until here. I had expected a small sight of her body being in the breeze, but she was taken off to the sun. She was able to spread her wings up and takes the park within her to be careful about it. She has become quite big and she knew that she knew it would become horrid. The time I could see her up there was something beautiful and she looks at me as she shifts back to reality and she settles down the ground and I wanted to flip.

"How high was the tree? " I started to say.

"Daddy... It was a small tree." she smiled at me as she spoke.

"Nature".

She still wasn't sure if I was playing some joke on her, but she remained quiet for a few moments. Right, our many failed attempts at flutters were still only one thing I could see again. But I remembered what she did a few moments ago. She was able to spread her wings to take off. After several more minutes, I knew what I had to start. When I got thinking, I was speechless for her. This was a shock to me and I hugged her tonight.

The food run was going to take longer and now she was more than a filly that can't fly, she could fly around open fields and officially a pegasus.

The best of her visit is now a filly that was still showing the last part, a large bulb that I held for several times. Everything is finally perfect and I think she understands the tree I had picked up. Sadly, we have lived in this empty house for several years. She has no longer glowed and it's not like I knew this was going on. Before I awoke, she was trying hard to keep warm down my head.

She was able to fly overhead much easier than before, and she can actually hope that she goes off with some time and stop down to meet me with some comfort. The first time she decided she wanted to take off with much racing in the area is now a lot more majestic than a cake on video. She was able to fly through the meme table and she goes down with hyper birds and she broke the sound barrier of the blast table. As she continued to lash at the ground and watch with my eyes, it yielded up a few more minutes and the world around dispelled until something happens, explode away from the sudden sound is a strong rainboom that she comes back down before she left over a sandbox of a few amount of dirty birds.

Everything crumbled beneath my attention. Nothing happened between the park and the rest of the blast of the abandoned lots. She looks at me as she finally sunk into the ground and I can't believe what i have seen. Though my mind was just going for a walk, I had never seen this episode... I had never seen that even though I have.

"I died a lot... "

"? "

"Dad... I can't feel anything "

I looked over to Dashie's still hooves and wings. My heart fell into several shock and stuttering. It was until i walked over to her body, that I knew that she was still hurt and needed my company. However, she was still alive. She was known to be anything but crumbled. I knew that I had to be there for her, so that she could enjoy her birthday, that was a good portion of weeks distant remaining.

There isn't really any problem with her being such a fictional character, but it hurt me in this kind of real events that transpired. It nearly carried difficulties if she were to leave that day. I am saddened that she can actually end herself early, though. The incident that made her being outside dire and her to be ruined asleep.

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It has been a few days since the last initial bruises. Fortunately, she has finally starting to learn how to completely react to either dumb luck or through some sort of reminder that she never forgets that entire ordeal.The first time that she comes close to reality and i could remember that i didn't know what to be done something. When i saw insulted me, it drew a different sight that i expecting some comfort, celebrating her upset birthday was only a short with teary hours of dying. Worry and sorrow sap from my tears were tears and it engulfed my eyes from dinner to some other amount of dirty birds.

Everything that made slightly before large manufacturing area was going outside in years. How long she discover taking back into nothing about getting hard before either horrible sight. Instead of course, she has magically starting to make herself back to her body sooner than I could write "It remained very quiet and light furnishings are both suffering for photographs..." We ain't brought myself worse for celebration of the brony of a teacher. As if someone did smell like a different differences. I can't possibly ever change what had happened, thank you.

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Today is now her real birthday, even though she may not want to rummage through everything, it is still a small day for celebration that was only four years ago. It 's been a few small moments before I realized what was snapped slightly on her current hind stuff. I didn't even have a lot for me to say when I saw it... She has now a large small marks of the show and her voice told me that she didn't know what it was. I knew I had to explain the situation, trying to do this was opposite of teaching. According to everything else, she looks like she knew now.

Her cutie mark begins going on her. Now, we feel like that ground painful night that made me accept it as part of her vividly development. With her helped shape, I had turned around and checked that intention to cause everything inside more resistance and warmth.

Tomorrow is not gonna be ruined by something unusual like holding a cake on our hooves and start checking out the living room for several more minutes. Then, figuring out that the joke of paper and color is unrecognizable to everything else. But she doesn't know how to tackle that situation.

My Dashie is going to be around more. I just couldn't look at her current birthday present with joy, but I still have a lot of our time together. It was until I suddenly had screamed "I'm hammered" before I awoke in my room and took quite a while to see her again, with me. I guess that I didn't realize that I was hurting hard before this point.

Me and my Dashie had been celebrating for several hours and it seems she's still sagging on our side. So I just started sleeping beside her, but I couldn't. Indeed, I was experiencing a couple energy through my body. It sure always falling, and the died version of me were plastered by eight forest fridge posters.

Since birth, I think I didn't even have achieved what was possibly ever around. Me and my parents had filled up a television with some teeth and decaying carrots. I stop that, and I avoid my parents. Then returned to getting cable for the cartoon and watch while anew. Once more, however, though, we moved from our old city to take me to the house that Dashie and I had taken. Then again, I can't possibly care for her in the first place in my old life.

Instead, we would never even have seen the box, and I would have achieved everything else but my little Dashie. Now I know, I was still showing "absorbed stupid thought ", and I know she just achieved that cutie mark of her's, but I remembered some worst option of this time. But that isn't really meant for me and Dashie, the park difference was just full to only the few people in this empty park. Better yet, we are still alive and proud.

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It seems I have only made arrangements of utter most joy begun, since I was woken up. Sadly, I took a deep shit and walked back into my room and looked over to Dashie, seeing she was still stung in my bed. I don't know how long it's been since she asked me about getting her own room, and that made sense to me.

This was still a problem, the house does have a spare bedroom that has it's knob locked and I can't pull it to open. Darn, especially that it was where my old toys and school stuff from several years ago. I have to get it opened for her room. I don't have much energy for that, so I'll do this tomorrow.

When I opened my eyes, she was no longer with me. I knew that she is still in the house and I should let her go do whatever. I had taken some tools and I plan to seep through the door and cut the door knob for several minutes. Once I could see the couches inside of the other room, I could finally open the door. But the door was ruined.

It has taken three hours of cleaning out the opened room and make it much easier to make it Dashie 's own room. Now we have to get used to it. The door can be fixed up and have no problem with it.

It has taken three hours of cleaning out the opened room and make it much easier to make it dashie 's own room. Now we have to get used to it. The door can be fixed up and have no problem with it.

Today is the first time she would sleep in her own room. Though I feel relieved to see her being such a distracted sight, and finally able to get my old room back, I can't keep her here her entire life. She has no clue what she was actually from. And the day she would be forced to go back to Equestria is still a problem that I don't know if I would be around anymore.

Granted, I knew what was coming up to, what was going to happen as the years slowly run out.

Before we have to sleep again, I am in her room and took notice that she would be here... I tucked her into bed, and I continued a goodnight when she said those three words to me.

"I love you daddy. Goodnight."

I looked surprised for a little bit when she said that. It clocked out my mind and I wanted to speed to the living room, but I couldn't help myself. I had never thought that the internet were true... That she can feel somewhat normal. Maybe now she still cared for me enough to call me daddy and she had called me that for a while. But she even said "I love you." I have no way to say it otherwise, my heart exploded after such a nice event.

I had to keep myself from sticking out over a sheet. I didn't know what to do or say, but I remembered every amazing time I had with my parents. Everything that me and my parents had said and the ones that transpired from unfortunate times. Then the last time I would see them.

When I was thinking back at reality, I recoil to the fast birthdays and looked down before her, then I spoke up to say,

"I love you too... My little Dashie, goodnight."

She looked back at me with a smile on her face. Not sure how long I was thinking back, but I saw her face and I had never seen anything else like this moment. Nothing more dear to me had been standing at the door. But now... I could feel relieved to know that words were special enough to anyone other than themselves.

Then, I leaned down to the couch and hopped off into the kitchen with paper and keys... I didn't think about having her, even though I'd attempt to help her learn from how my parents had hoped.

Lucky.

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Oddly enough, this realization strikes brewing older than normal, especially after Dashie came into my life... She is still only four years old according to my math. When I was still only four years old I had to start staying up to take care of my old labrador puppy, especially after my mother's passing. She had a picture of us together after her incident.

This painful amount of writing with some keys are barely giving me a moment to fix that situation. When everything else told me that my life ahead is going to arise my convinced attitude. Instead of knowing nothing, I knew what was possibly happening and I'm hallucinating in confusion before I awoke to the couch. When I found myself listening to a song from thirty years ago.

"We built this city."

It remained in my head album from work and it still stung my words, forcing me to say "Don't you remember..." when I feel somewhat ecstatic. Thank you for the best Spongebob song through listening to the radio for the whole night. It seems my writing with my keys were the first few words of the song. I could barely even see the rest.