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// Note (7/22/2017) 
// Story: A Pony a Day 
// by OfTheIronwilled 
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Rarity stomped through her house like a mad mare. Her mane was an absolute mess-- no! A wreck! Yes, a wreck seemed much more dramatic and also much more applicable to the absolutely abhorrent state her mane was in then, right then, at that one singular moment, as she stomped around her house. And not only that but her usually immaculate makeup was smeared-- and it really must be stressed that usually it was one hundred percent immaculate, and never in the name of all that is well and good in Equestria would she allow it to not be so unless she was entertaining Applejack or otherwise was in a state of complete crisis. Which she was. In a state of complete crisis, that is. 

After all, how could she possibly not be? Everything was terrible. Everything was awful. Never before in her life had she been so very distraught as she was at this one singular moment, stomping around her house like a mad mare, her mane a wreck (specifically a wreck), and her usually immaculate makeup smeared. It was so very unbecoming, and yet! She couldn't help but fall to the whimsy of the moment, of the unbridled explosive emotion that was panic and rage and frustration and-- well, yes, it was a lot of emotions actually! Not only that but--

Oh. What was this?

...



Dear Rarity,

You seemed kind of grumpy this morning. Did something bad happen yesterday? Because I heard dramatic sighing from your work room and that usually means you ripped a fabric or something on accident. I hope your dress-making goes better today. Really, because you're kind of dramatic when things happen. And last time you got like this, you were brushing my mane and went all spaced-out while you were talking and I think you over-groomed me. I have a tiny little bald spot, but I guess it's okay because actually I think that might have been there before and I just never noticed it? It was way in the back, and really I only saw it because I was scouting for damage. Anyways I forgive you.

Oh and I left you cookies in the fridge, so if your sad maybe they can help.

Your bestest sister in the world, Sweetie Belle. 💙



Oh. Oh goodness.

...

...

Rarity stomped to her kitchen like a mad mare. As her life crumbled around her, as it all spiraled into an endless abyss of pity and self loathing-- she ate the cookies. She ate those cookies like a good sister should! And as she choked on the burnt, ashy corpse of what used to be flour and eggs, tears stinging her eyes, her heart swelling, she realized!

Yes!

Her life... was absolutely perfect.

And she smiled.