so, as frequent readers might have noticed, my update speed has slowed to that of a common garden snail. Not only have I been sucked back into Skyrim, I’m now in five Dungeons and Dragons Campaigns. Two of which I’m the DM for. In what little not claimed free time I still have, I’m hitting the point I don’t have energy to so much more than play Skyrim and jot a few lines down now and then when inspiration strikes. I promise I’m still working on the story, I’m just being glacial about it. Love to all of you still reading and putting up with me. 
heart hands at all of you.
brief email exchange
Week 16
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Shadow-
Dave mentioned you might owe Kal and I apologies? Something about how a certain trio of litters turned out? And the fact those pictures Katy took look very much like we just might have scored another Shining armor, Cadence and a fucking Flurryheart?
George
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George
Fuck you, I do not. Even if those foals turn out the way you want them to. We could have had that breeding just as easily with artificial insemination. I don’t care if you think one of them looks like an incipent Flurryheart.
Even if you’re right, guess what- if you’d let me pull the same stunt I did on the huge feral, we could have repeated it!. Imagine this payout five or six more times over. And without the fact all three of them are now panicking at the very idea of being bred again. I had to pull all the foals immediately, because Margarita had a freakout the moment she saw the coat color on her colt and all the other mares joined in! I’m probably going to have her trying to kill every white fluffed foal she ever has, and she was touchy about alicorns to begin with. Thank you ever so on that. Also, Katy isn’t sure if the damage from whelping will have rendered Aurora sterile for future attempts. If you had looped me in and let me arrange things, we could have tried the breeding when she was old enough to carry it safely. And in a way that didn’t risk setting her off on her own damn foals, at that. Again, fuck you, you still aren’t allowed here.
Shadow
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Shadow
What happened to ‘maybe with supervision’! Katy said she’d nealy talked you around. I need a damn job, Shadow. Please don’t make me stay in retail. Please, please let me have my job back?
George
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.George
That ship sailed the moment you started justifying that stunt you pulled. Ends don’t justify the means when any idiot could see five better ways to get better versions of that end.
Shadow
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.Dave Tollakson
Any chance you know if that dilapidated warehouse and vacant lot next to the facility Shadow’s running is owned by the city or someone private? I can get my lawyer on it, but might as well ask a local first.
On a semi related note- How likely are you to try blocking possible construction permits for anything touching the boundary fence?
Asher Damien Grey
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Asher-
You do know there are different kinds of lawyers, right? I might not be surprised the resident trailer trash has a lawyer on speed dial, but real estate is a different area. Very different, if you take my Mother’s and Uncle Dagrun’s views on it.
Real estate also costs money and construction costs more, so your other question is kind of pointless. But no, unless it really messes things over for Shadow’s side of things I don’t see how any sort of permitted construction would make me deal with city hall long enough to block it.
Dave
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Dave
Wow. Really?
Asher
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Shadow 
Your cousin’s an asshole. Pass my thanks onto your uncle for passing me over to the real estate specialist of his firm, please? And ask him what the proper “thanks for going above and beyond your job” gift for his paralegal would be. Grandfather suggested flowers or a fruit basket, but he’s a little behind the times. I think the non- creepy modern equivalent would be a starbucks gift card or something along that lines. Maybe even a steakhouse or olive garden thing, but I don’t know if she has food allergies or is vegan or anything. She had a Starbucks cup on her desk, that seems the safest bet.
Love you, I’ll make it back in to help tomorrow, unless there’s an emergency.
Asher
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.Ash 
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I weathered what little crazy I’m likely to deal with. At least until Aurora gives birth. That’s still dragging on.
And it was Jessamine, right? Yeah, she’s a fancy coffee addict. Go with the Starbucks card.
Shadow.
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