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07-17-2011, 08:17 AM
"Fantastic!" sang Sandy. "So, like, let's go now; I'm done with magic, you're done with clouds, now we need our hooves polished, our manes treated, and one of those fancy massage seats," she said. "So, I was thinking that, instead of plain bright green on your hooves, this time we could have a minty green with various notes on it; eight notes, sixteenth, maybe a Treble Cleff for good measure..."
Stargazer nodded, her glasses wiggling on her face and almost falling off. She balled up the note and kicked it along the floor so that it rolled to Clover's left hoof.
How about the twins? Naptune hates class, and Pluto's so funny with her random thoughts.
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