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Bojack Horseman sat alone in a large coffee shop with no new messages, and no one who cared to talk with him. He took a sip of his vanilla latte but abruptly spat it out as someone from across the shop yelled loudly,

"Hey, it's the horse from horsing around!"

Today was going to be a long day, he thought.

...

"Am I Taylor swift, because I've got a blank space on MY calendar and I'll write your name!" Mr. Peanutbutter laughed loudly as he left Erica's house party. As he closed the door behind him, he pulled out his phone to discover a text from his good old friend Bojack.

<Bojack> need to talk

when u free?

Mr. Peanut Butter was delighted to hear from Bojack, it had been a while now.

<Mr. Peanut butter> I'm free right now! meet at my place?

< Bojack> k, be there soon.

...

Mr. Peanut butter sat on his couch awaiting Bojack. He had always felt something special towards the horse but never understood what it was exactly. As his thoughts continued to wander, the doorbell rang.

He opened the door smiling, but his smile fell as he realized Bojack was intoxicated.

His friend looked like a nightmare, he wore nothing but his tank top and his usual apple boxers, He smelled of beer and his eyes were strained with dark circles. His hair was disheveled and he was stumbling, barely holding himself upright, but Mr. Peanut Butter somehow found the horse still attractive.

Bojack stumbled forward, placing a hand on Mr. Peanut Butter's shoulder.

"Hey, hot stuff!". Bojack's words were slurred, barely comprehensible.

Mr. Peanut butter's fur turned a bright shade of red as he stuttered.

"B-B-Bojack... sit down," He said taking a hold of him and steering him towards the couch. He tenderly placed Bojack down and sat with him.

"Lights off." Mr. Peanut Butter called out as he pulled a blanket over the both of them. As they lay quietly, Bojack turned towards him.

"I need to tell you something." He whispered, but Mr. Peanut butter stopped him.

"Go to sleep Bojack, tell me in the morning."

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