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Time certainly flies when you age at a much slower rate than everybody else. Even though that seems like a paradox. Bess felt like the last time she saw the unicorn, he was a skinny little punk of a foal using his nascent magic to perform all manner of mean pranks in the city. He had certainly... Grown, hadn't he? Bess had been well acquainted with his father and grandfather, who had been just as 'gifted' as he was. Though she hoped this newer model had slightly more stamina than his predecessors...

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