What if everyone knew when everypony else was going to die, but didn't know of their own death? Suddenly everypony acts all nice, and they all repeat the same words, I'm sorry.

One day everyone starts to act nice to Sketching Dawn, too nice. It doesn't take her long to figure out why. It happens to everypony at some point in their life. But it comes much too soon for her tastes.

This story has no relationship to my other story, Sketching Dusk. And no ties to any other possible future story. This is a story all on it's own.

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