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Greetings from Flutterrape.

>You are Anon.
>And you are old.
>You've lost count of how many years you've been in Equestria.
>You can't even remember how you got here any more.
>And yet, some things never change.
>Knock... knock... knock...
"All right, hold on now, I'm a comin'..."
>It takes a little bit of time to get up from your chair, thanks to arthritis.
>It also takes you a little bit of time to find your glasses.
>And your cane.
>But the caller at your door is patient.
>You knew she would be.
>But you do eventually make it to your front door and open it.
>And there is Fluttershy, as always.
>Her pink mane and tail have gone snow-white, and she needs a walker to get around nowadays.
"What do you want this time?"
>"Eh? What's that?"
>Fluttershy raises a trumpet to her ear.
>You repeat yourself into the trumpet.
"WHAT... DO... YOU... WANT... THIS... TIME?"
>"Y'ain't gotta talk that loud, I ain't totally deaf."
"Get on with it y'old bat, I got stuff to do."
>"Oh. Uh... lessee..."
>"..."
>"..."
>"..."
"Well?"
>I forgot what I was going to ask ye."
"Oh, for crying out loud..."
>You start to close your door.
>"Wait a minute, I just remembered!"
>You open the door again.
>"Are rocking chairs your fetish?"
"You already asked me that one."
>"Really? When?"
"Yesterday!"
>"Oh... what did you say?"
"YESTERDAY!"
>"No you old fool, what did you say yesterday when I asked you?"
"I said rocking chairs aren't my fetish!"
>"Oh. Right."
"You know something Fluttershy, this is stupid. You ain't never gonna guess my fetish, so I'm just gonna have to go ahead and tell you."
>The aging pegasus peers sharply at you through her glasses.
>"Really?"
"Yes, really!"
>She swallows nervously.
>"All right then, lay it on me, baby!"
"All right. My fetish is growing old together with the one I love."
>"..."
>"..."
>"But we're already old now, Anon!" she cries out in frustration.
"Yep, guess you missed the boat on that one, you old bat! Hee-hee-hee-hee!"
>You slam the door in her face.