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The bell rang and hundreds of students poured out the gates on their journey home for the weekend. I was always last out, lagging behind the others, on my own. I slowly made the long walk to my house. By time I got home, it was already 4.25. I dumped my bag next to the fridge and walked into my bronyfied room. At least fifty pony posters littered my room, full of colourful ponies from Daring Do movie posters to Wonderbolt logos, figurines of the entire set of the G4 on a special shrines on on my shelves. I plopped on the bed and turned on the TV, lighting up my rather dark room with the fluorescent glow of colourful ponies prancing about the