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// 8. 
// Story: Fifteen Friendships 
// by AShadowOfCygnus 
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She fled, gasping for breath. She had provoked this, she knew. Daring a glance over her shoulder, she saw that she was, indeed, still pursued. This moment of weakness cost her, though, and she tumbled down the stairs, bouncing and squeaking with each impact before rolling into a mannequin. 

The jolt knocked a heavy load of fabric from above, and suddenly she was trapped! She flailed, but soft, deliberate hoofsteps already heralded her doom. 

She squeezed her eyes shut as the fabric was pulled aside . . .

. . . and an unseen hoof gently poked her nosie. 

‘Boop,’ her pursuer said, daintily. ‘You’re it!’