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// The End (For Real) 
// Story: Trouble With a Treble 
// by Clover Skies 
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Sweetie Belle took another deep breath. She looked over at Diamond Tiara and Silverspoon, who were talking on the grass. 

"Good luck, Sweetie Belle. Sorry I forced you into doing this." Scootaloo apologized.

"It's okay, Scoots. I'd do anything for a friend."

"Kill 'em, Sweets. But not literally! I don't want to go through another murder case again."

"WHAT?!"

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Sheesh!"

It's now or never.

Sweetie Belle slowly trotted over to the 2 earth ponies.

"H-hey Diamond Tiara! Hey S-silverspoon!" Sweetie Belle said nervously.

"Hey, Sweetie B! What were you doing with those blank-flanks?"

Sweetie Belle sighed. 

"Telling them how much of a jerk you are."

Diamond Tiara gawked. Silverspoon's eyes were as wide as saucers. It was quite a site.

"What?"

"You heard me!"

"What?"

"Are you a broken record or something?! No, wait. You're not a broken record. You're a bad pony."

"Fine by me if you wanna hang with a bunch of LOSERS!"

"Were you born on the highway, because that's where most accidents happen!"

"B-but-you-I-"

"That's what I thought. Next time you call MY friends blank-flanked dweebs, you won't be able to insult anypony because you'll be to busy getting healed in the HOSPITAL. Courtesy of ME. Now, I think my work is done here."

Sweetie Belle trotted to her friends. 

Keep it cool, Sweetie Belle. Keep it cool.

She kept a nonchalant and straight face on the outside. 

But on the inside, she couldn't have been more elated that she got her true friends back.