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11/23/11(Wed)07:23 No. 31673559 File1322051007.png -(291 KB, 848x478, 131564027798.png ) >>31673442 It would begin with a single, experimental cut as she slumbered. Despite my best efforts to do it carefully, she would still stir in her slumber and awaken. She would look at me with confused and concerned eyes. I would tell her it's nothing to worry about as I tucked the razor into my pocket. I would have to resort to more drastic measures. And thus the sedatives were introduced. She would have no way of knowing that her much increased sleepiness was due to the drugs I had placed in her food. She was an active pony, after all, and she was bound to be exhausted at the end of the day. So she would fall into a deep sopor, and I would begin my work anew. Despite knowing she was assuredly most asleep, I would begin once more with a careful, gentle slice into her skin. When I saw that she was not roused in the slightest, I felt a perverse and profound glee. I was free to begin my art. I would carve at her body with the sharpened edge, crafting a beautiful, moving piece that was surely fit to hang in a museum. The red, bleeding grooves in her body made for striking additions. Truly, she was my opus. I love you, Applejack.