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// Success (9/12/2016) 
// Story: A Pony a Day 
// by OfTheIronwilled 
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Pinkie Pie smiled, the grin practically eating her face. Twilight offered her a smile back, but it was smaller, softer... nearly crumbling but not.

Twilight Sparkle rolled her shoulders, and felt the way the fabric of her dress clumped up at her wings and bunched beneath her haunches; with a flare of her horn the cloth was straightened again, into a delicate silk prison. When the alicorn tilted her head down to sip the tea cup in her hooves, her stringy mane and tiara slipped down into her itchy eyes. With a huff she pushed those away as well -- just in time to see Pinkie Pie fidget.

Pinkie Pie's smile flickered at the corners but didn't dare die. Instead, it only exploded into a beam, before it disappeared behind a tiny cup. Her mane was puffier than normal, her ears twitched, and her eyes were just a bit filmy.

Neither of them said anything about it. They should have. But they didn't.

When the sun came up and Spike walked in to make breakfast, they both did their best to act completely, totally, absolutely normal.

They shouldn't have. But they did.