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                                            >pinkie lied battered on the glass covered floor at sugar cube corner.

                                            >her nostrils now done bleeding profusely, her lip busted and eye blackened, she just sobbed

                                            >this happens almost weekly

                                            >Anon reenters the room

                                            >"Well Pinkie, do you have something to say?"

                                            >"i'm sorry" she whimpers

                                            >"Good girl" anon says as he approaches he and pulls her head up to his groin

                                            >"now show me you mean this apology"


                                            >she breathed heavily as she snuggled against anon