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Damian had reached a dead end in his life. His family had all but forgotten him; his friends barely spoke to him at all, if he could consider them friends. The only solace he found was in a show he stumbled upon by accident. The show had brought him unending happiness whenever a new episode had come out, but the series had finally ended. Now he felt he had nothing to live for. Damian was sitting on the very topmost point of the 10 story parking structure, caressing a little pink pony with blue wings and hair. The pony was named Princess Celestia in the show. Celestia was forever the symbol of wisdom and courage. He silently wished to himself “I wish Celestia were my mother, she’d understand. She always understands” Still grasping the pink pony, he let himself fall of the structure. Damian had woken up with a sharp gasp and jolted from a prone position. The last thing he remembered was the night sky melding into the asphalt below the parking structure, and a sudden blackness.

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