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01/21/11(Fri)00:09 No.22787076
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She was ashamed of her persiflage, her boasting, her pretensions of courage and ruthlessness; she was sorry about her cold-bloodedness, her dispassion, her inability to express what she now believed was the case- that she truly regretted killing Gilda, that she missed the griffon as much as anybody and wished her murder hadn't been necessary. Even as she circulated her baked goods shop she knew that the smiles disappeared when she passed by. She received so many menacing letters that she could read them without any reaction except curiosity. She kept to her apartment all day, flipping over playing cards, looking at her destiny in every King and Jack.
Ditzy Doo came up from Bachelor at one P.M. on the 8th. She had no grand scheme. No strategy. No agreement with higher authorities. Nothing but a vague longing for glory, and a generalized wish for revenge against Pinkie Pie. Ditzy Doo would be ordered to serve a life sentence in the Coltorado Penitentiary for second degree murder. Over seven thousand signatures would eventually be gathered in a petition asking for Ditzy's release, and in 1902, Princess Celestia would pardon the pony. There would be no eulogies for Pinkie, no photographs of her body would be sold in sundries stores, no ponies would crowd the streets in the rain to see her funeral cortege, no biographies would be written about her, no fillies named after her, no one would ever pay twenty-five cents to stand in the rooms she grew up in. The shotgun would ignite, and Rainbow Dash would scream, but Pinkie Pie would only lay on the floor and look at the ceiling, the light going out of her eyes before she could find the right words.
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