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*Note* im not the original writefag just putting it into pastebin form, the first chunk was a prompt and a writefag took it from there.
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>order your own Rarity
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>get excited that life is worth living now
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>the package arrives and soon you find there's some assembly required
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>the manual is in Russian
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>you're pretty sure some of the parts don't fit together
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>her right foreleg is a different color
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fucking shady resellers, never again
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>She's not Rarity
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>Her coat is off-white
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>Her smile is crooked
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>Her eyes don't shine like they should
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>Her right foreleg is pink
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>You finish assembly anyway
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>She blinks several times before she looks at you
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>"I am Rare. Nice to meet you, Dining."
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>Did she just call you Dining instead of Darling?
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>Her accent is painfully wrong
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>She tries to walk toward you, but her legs don't quite work right
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>You are certain you assembled hey correctly, you were extremely careful
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>Her legs tremble
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>After a few steps, she stops
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>At this point, you can tell she is having trouble standing up at all
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>Her new expression is disconcerting
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>Her lips are contorted into a crooked frown
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>She tries to close her eyes, but her eyelids don't close all the way so that you can still see some of the whites
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>Her ears droop
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>She must be in pain
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>She's not Rarity, but your heart can't take this
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>You lift her and hold her in your arms
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>She looks you in the eyes
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>Mostly
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>You now notice that one eye is sightly off
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>"Thank you, Dining"
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>She tries to nuzzle your chest, but stabs you with her horn in the process
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>Wincing, you adjust her head
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>She doesn't seem to mind as long as you are close
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>She really is very soft and warm
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>You scratch her ears
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>She's not Rarity, but you could get used to this.
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>Be Rare
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>You simply awoke today
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>You don't know anything
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>Except that you are Rare, you want to be fabulous, and you call others Dining
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>You do not question these things, despite not knowing what fabulous means and not ever having met another being
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>You open your eyes and look around
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>Your eyes fix on the first thing you see
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>Another creature
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>What is it?
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>You greet it
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>"I am Rare. Nice to meet you, Dining."
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>The features on Dining's face change
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>You don't know what that means
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>You feel that you must meet Dining
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>You begin to walk
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>You have never done this before
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>It is very difficult
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>You don't know which leg goes first
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>Sometimes when you move a leg, it hurts
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>You don't like walking
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>You give up, but your legs are in an awkward position
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>You feel more hurt
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>A lot more
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>You don't know what to do
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>Your mind races
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>It does not race very long, it has nowhere to go
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>You are so confused
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>You close your eyes to shut out the hurt
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>The bottom of your eyes feel more dry than the rest, but you don't know why
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>What are you feeling?
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>You have never felt before
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>You don't like feeling
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>Suddenly, you feel yourself rising
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>The pain in your legs vanishes as you feel something warm and strong around you
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>You look up to see Dining holding you in its appendages
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>You feel differently now
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>You feel warm and pleasant
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>You like Dining
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>Dining saves you from bad feelings
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>You want to tell him
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>"Thank you, Dining"
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>You want to get closer to Dining, so you move your head into Dining's chest
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>Dining moves your head a little and scratches your ears
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>You really like Dining
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>You are thankful that the world around you isn't as harsh as when you woke up
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>You don't want Dining to put you down
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>Be Rarity
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>You wake up and are immediately aware of who you are
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>You love designing and fashion
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>You know you are here to make a friend
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>You look around the room
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>It is poorly-lit and disorganized
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>You see the human
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>He's a mess
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>His hair is greasy and disheveled, his beard is untamed all the way to his neck
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>His t-shirt, jeans, and white socks are all ugly, ill-fitting, and worn out
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>And the sweaty smell...
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>He could really use a makeover
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>But what makes you flinch is his expression
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>He is looking at you with intense, desperate eyes
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>You try to hide your initial disgust
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>To make a good first impression, you clear your throat and straighten your posture
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>"Hello, darling. I am Rarity."
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>He begins to tear up, then slowly gets up and walks out of the room with the head down
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>Well, that went swimmingly
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>He must think you hate him with a performance as unconvincing as that
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>Come on, Rarity, you can be more presentable than that
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>But you decide not to chase him, and instead investigate the room
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>There's not much here besides the usual living room things
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>A chair, table, TV, mantle...
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>Oh, there are pictures on the mantle!
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>You must see them
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>Each one depicts the human with...
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>Some ugly bootleg version of you
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>Her face is uncanny, her coat is discolored
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>Eugh, why is one leg pink?
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>You take a closer look at the human
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>His fashion sense is poor, but he is at least clean
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>And he's smiling in all of the photos
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>The pony doesn't look like she's smiling, but with context in mind you assume she is
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>You look around the rest of the house, avoiding the room you saw the human enter for now
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>You see no sign of your failed doppleganger
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>The thought strikes you
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>Are... You, the illustrious Rarity, a replacement?
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>You push open the door to what you assume is the human's room
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>He is face-down on his bed
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>Though a little jealous of the knockoff pony, you don't want to see the human like this
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>"H-hello? Are you okay?"
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>He flinches at the sound
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>He wipes his eyes on his pillow before turning his head to look at you
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>As if you didn't know he was crying...
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>He takes a moment to compose himself
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>In a dull, deep, throaty voice he introduces himself as Anon
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>He says that buying you was a mistake, and he's sorry for all of this
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>You wave a hoof
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>"Oh, darling, buying me was not a mistake!" You say with a wink
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>He smiles a little
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>Progress!
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>But after a moment, his frown returns and he flops back down, face in the bed
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>You can barely make out his muffled voice
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>"If only you knew..."
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>You were sure he said that
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>"If only I knew what?"
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>Silence
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>"Is it about that pony that looks... A little bit like me?"
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>He tenses a little, then slowly gets back up
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>"I guess you found the photos... I forgot how smart you would be. I guess there's no reason to hide it now..."
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>He tells you about a pony named Rare
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>He accidentally ordered her in an attempt to get you
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>She was so pathetic and useless, but he loved her so much
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>He had to teach her how to walk and eat
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>He even house-trained her
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>You wince at how undignified it would be if you had to learn those things
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>But he looked so earnest and nostalgic as he told stories
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>Her first bath, playtime, introducing her to his friends who also fell in love with her
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>And many, many upsies
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>Upsies were her absolute favorite
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>She was a disaster of a pony, but you could tell there was a hole in his heart
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>His speech began to falter
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>Apparently, her defects caught up to her
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>Only 3 years after she arrived, her body started to fail
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>No veterinarian or pony specialist could do anything, she was far too defective
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>Her last words we, "Pick me up, Dining"
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>He broke down, head in his hands
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>Your heart plummets through the floor
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>You can't be jealous anymore
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>You must make him feel better!
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>You must!
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>You MUST!!
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>You crawl up onto the bed and cuddle up to him
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>He doesn't even notice
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>You give up after a few minutes
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>You suddenly have an idea
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>You don't like the idea, but you feel it's the only thing you can do
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>You leave the sobbing human alone and go outside
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>You find a patch of dirt among the tall grass
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>No, Rarity, you can't, it is filthy!
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>But you must!
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>You saw him, he needs this
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>After much hesitation, you get on the ground and roll in the dirt
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>This is horrible, but it will be worth it
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>You shake off excess dust until your coat looks only slightly dirty
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>You walk to his shed, find a bucket, then fill it with water from the spigot attached to his house
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>You normally use this spell on fabric, but you hope it works on water
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>Sure enough, the water turns pink
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>You start to argue with yourself in your head again
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>Will this ever come out?
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>You can't permanently ruin your coat like this
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>Rarity, get a hold of yourself!
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>This is what friends do
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>Your face contracts, and you slowly begin to dip your right foreleg into the pink water
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>You can't look
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>You feel the water reach just past your knee as your hoof touches the base of the bucket and realize how silly of an idea this was
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>There were no other bigger containers, this will have to do
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>You shake off excess moisture, poke your head inside, and pull a handtowel to you with magic
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>It is filthy, but you have no choice
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>With your leg dry, you enter the house
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>You walk up to his doorframe, but stay out of sight
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>You can still hear sobbing
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>You can do this Rarity, just play the part
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>You take a deep breath and enter the room
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>With the worst accent you can muster, you say
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>"Hello, Dining"
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>His head jerks up, mouth agape
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>He looks horrid, even worse than before
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>He wipes his tears on his arm
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>He slowly gets up and approaches you
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>You nervously shift your posture, but you dare not back up, for his sake
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>After a long pause, he hugs you with all his might
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>Oof, too much might
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>But you bear it and return the embrace
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>He's crying, but it's different now
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>It's sad, but not desperate
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>After what seems like hours, he lets go
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>"Rarity, you are too good to me... Thank you."
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>You smile confidently, thankful you did the right thing
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>"I... I think I can move on now. You can clean yourself up now."
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>Oh thank Celestia
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>You bolt to his nasty bathroom
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>At least the bathtub is acceptable, so you draw a bath
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>Fortunately, the pink came out too, after some scrubbing
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>You dry yourself off with the cleanest towel you can find and return to his room
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>He is wistfully looking at a photo of Rare on his nightstand
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>You clear your throat
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>He turns to you and smiles slightly
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>"You are looking more like yourself, Rarity."
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>"Oh, yes, of course I do, Anon. But don't worry about me, let's talk about YOU."
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>"What?"
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>"You're a wreck, Darling! Let's get you cleaned up."
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>And so you spent the rest of the day re-teaching him how to take care of himself
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>The rest of the week, actually
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>His life had been in shambles before you pulled him out of it
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>But it has no effect on your natural poise
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>You know there is a handsome gentleman under there
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>You just have to find it
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>That's fine, your work was cut out for you
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>You are the illustrious Rarity, master of makeovers
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>Besides, your new human friend is worth it.
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