November 2 is a good day. It's mom's birthday, and she đã đưa ý kiến that all she wanted was for us to come have bữa tối, bữa ăn tối at Swifty's while she was working.

Despite that, Georgia made her a drawing, and I used most of my money to get her a card, and this perfume she really likes.

Swifty's is a great place to eat. Not just because my mom works there, but they have many of her paintings for sale. When we have bữa tối, bữa ăn tối at Swifty's I usually get a burger with double fries. Other times I'll get the open-faced turkey sandwich, bánh sandwich with mashed potatoes, and gravy.

Mom: *Arrives at Rafe's table* bạn kids can go ahead, and order. Carl called, and đã đưa ý kiến he couldn't come. He has somewhere else to be.
Rafe: On your birthday?
Mom: This'll be nice, just the three of us. Now bạn can get whatever bạn want, even the steak.

Usually, we have to spend ten dollars hoặc less when Carl was with us. All because he ordered loads of thực phẩm for himself.

Rafe: One steak, medium well with double fries.
Mom: Ok. How about bạn Georgia?
Georgia: Rafe was naked in school!
Mom: What?
Rafe: Shut up! I was not.
Georgia: Gracie đã đưa ý kiến that Miranda Piccolino đã đưa ý kiến her brother saw bạn running all over the school naked!
Rafe: I was not naked.
Ponies: *Staring*
Mom: *standing still*
Rafe: It was just a Halloween thing.
Georgia: Grace đã đưa ý kiến that Miranda đã đưa ý kiến that her brother đã đưa ý kiến bạn were-
Rafe: *kicks Georgia*
Georgia: Wahhhh!
Rafe: Quit pretending to cry bạn faker! *looks at mom*
Mom: *standing still*

She didn't move, but the worst thing of all was that I saw a tear roll down her cheek.

Mom: *Runs away*
Rafe: See what bạn did? Way to go!
Georgia: I'm not the one who ran around naked!
Rafe: Say that one thêm time, and I will strangle bạn to death! *follows mom*

Inside the kitchen

Rafe: Mom?
Mom: I'm ok.
Rafe: I didn't mean to make bạn cry.
Mom: Come over here Rafe.
Fred: Jules, I don't mean to be a hard guy, but we're kind of busy out here.
Mom: I'll be right there, I promise.
Fred: Ok. *leaves*
Mom: We never did finish our chat about Leonardo. I want bạn to know that I know you've been talking to him again.
Rafe: I don't have to. I can stop.
Mom: No, honey. I've been thinking about this. We all talk to people who aren't there, all the time. With texting, and computers, and even answering machines. Even artists talk to there muses for inspiration. Some ponies even talk to theirselves.
Rafe: That's true.
Mom: So why shouldn't bạn talk to Leo if bạn want to? It's not Leo I'm worried about. It's you.
Rafe: I'm okay.
Mom: Are you? You've been getting into so much trouble at school lately. I just don't understand. I know it's a tough year, and I haven't been around much, but... *starts to cry again*

All this happened on her birthday, because of me. I never felt so terrible then I did now. Just one big slice of loser meat on toast. So much for being a good pony.

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