Trixie woke up in a good mood. She shuffled out of her duvet covers, opened the doors of her small wagon, and breathed in some of the fresh Canterlot air. After how long it had taken to rebuild her small home, along with her own reputation, it was good to feel pleasant about the world and the future. Nopony had suffered more in their downfall than Trixie. At least in her own mind.

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