[The library. Why hadn't she thought of that? It's had helpful books before. Albeit, the last books she had looked for had been to help identify some of the stranger plants she had seen in the compound. But maybe there'd be something in there about memories. About forgetting.
But then the pony says more and she realizes, a little belatedly, that she's supposed to respond. It's not the same for her. She never really had a lot of friends until she came here.]
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But then the pony says more and she realizes, a little belatedly, that she's supposed to respond. It's not the same for her. She never really had a lot of friends until she came here.]
It's not like that for me.