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All my favorite colors, my sisters and my brothers... Hate the sig? Report me. Bullies get ignored, no exceptions. You know who you are.
I throw parties and everyone is invited to them. But please, leave your shoes at the door.
Confound these wretched equines! For every one I fling away, a dozen more vex me!
Reads at the speed of lightning. Writes at the speed of molasses.
Author, former Royal Canterlot Library curator, and the (retired) reviewer at One Man's Pony Ramblings.
A weaver of tales who enjoys a good story. What more is there to say, really?
Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”