It’s 2015. A bunch of depressing political stuff has happened, whose full consequences will not be immediately apparent. You’re not paying attention, though, because an officially-licensed purple pony princess is wishing your dad a happy Father’s Day. You give it another few moments’ thought, but deem it inapplicable; maybe if it said “little prince”? Then you keep searching, as a dutiful son.
It’s 2025. A bunch of depressing political stuff has happened, whose full consequences will not be immediately apparent. You’re not paying attention, though, because an officially-licensed purple pony princess is wishing your dad a happy Father’s Day. You give it another few moments’ thought, but deem it inapplicable; maybe if it said “princess who isn’t really little anymore but please let me have this one thing”? Then you keep searching, as a dutiful daughter.
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