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// A request 
// Story: The Seamstress and The Librarian 
// by Monochromatic 
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It was a frosty December evening as Rarity and Twilight made their ways through the city streets. The cold air nipped at Twilight, forcing her to hide her delicate hands inside the pockets of her jacket. 

“Darling?” Rarity said quite suddenly, “Could you hold something for me, please?” 

“Of course,” Twilight said immediately, taking a hand out of her coat and looking towards her girlfriend. She’d been expecting to hold a purse or a cellphone, but a rosy hue coloured her cheeks at the sight of a smiling Rarity offering nothing but her hand. “Um…..”

“Twilight,” Rarity said after a minute, fluttering her eyelashes, “I can appreciate you love the gesture, but rather than staring at me like a smitten kitten, could you actually hold my hand? It’s getting cold.”

“RIGHT, RIGHT, I’M SORRY.”