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// Kitchen (11/7/2017) 
// Story: A Pony a Day 
// by OfTheIronwilled 
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The kitchen was quiet tonight.

All of Fluttershy's critter friends had already lain down their heads tonight. Not that she blamed them of course. They'd all had a very busy day today, so it made sense that they'd tuck in early.

It's just... she didn't think she'd ever be used to the silence anymore.

For a while Fluttershy sipped her tea. She stretched her aching wings, kneaded the strained muscle in her right foreleg, rested her head on the table. After a little bit of that, she turned her sights to the right side of the room.

She knew that there was a picture in one of those kitchen cabinets, turned upside down with the glass frame broken. She knew that it was of her and an old friend, smiling and hugging each other. She knew it was taken a long, long time ago.

Most importantly, she knew that Discord would never come back.

Fluttershy sighed.

The kitchen was so very, very quiet tonight.