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_“Hey, don’t give him any fries,” Twilight playfully elbowed Timber, “he was a brat today!“
Timber laughed as the french fry disappeared into Spike’s mouth, “Aw, give him a break, Twi, he had to go to the vets. That’s rough on a dog, y’know?“
She rolled her eyes and feigned adjusting her glasses, trying to hide a smile. He had been around her long enough to pick up on many of her little quirks. A million of his dumb jokes had made him very familiar with that one.
Twilight reached across him and plucked a fry from the box. “Oh no, poor thing had to get one little shot. Maybe next time YOU can chase him around the house and drag him to the vet.”_
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I know a lot of people consider them ugly, but I’m very nostalgic for those wood panel walls. The house my grandparents used to live in had them, vintage 50’s/60’s Baltimore. I like to think a lot of things Timber has around his house are outdated or vintage.