Fully fleshed out fiction rarely enters my head. But I do get... random, unrelated vignettes. I'll try posting them, and you are free to do with them whatever you'd like.

Vignette #1: Frustration burns in Twilight's cheeks, and Rarity laughs like summer—not unkind. "Oh darling, you may be a genius, but there's no surrogate for practice."

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