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// "No, Can You?" 
// Story: Stream of Consciousness 
// by BellChime 
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Diamond Tiara stared at Scootaloo, dumbfounded by her response.  She stared at her own wingless back. 
Silence.
Scootaloo smiled.
Diamond Tiara sweated.
Diamond Tiara scowled. "That's not fair! That's...that's racist!" 
"You should be one to talk, Diamond Tiara. Pickin' on somepony with a disability like that."
"Hey!" Scootaloo shouted at Apple Bloom, offended at being called disabled.
"Exactly. I'm not disabled." Diamond Tiara grinned, regaining her hoofing.
"So, can you fly?" Apple Bloom asked.
"N-No...I'm not a pegasus!"
"Then what the hay do you know about my wings?" Scootaloo snapped, hopping on her scooter. "Come on, girls," She said, gesturing at the wagon hitched up behind the scooter. Let's go."
And then she and the CMC rode off in the sunset. 
And Diamond Tiara never picked on Scootaloo's wings again.