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// An average day 
// Story: Candy Cotton's normal day 
// by Pablo Arthur Fawkes 
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Candy Cotton woke up at seven o'clock in the morning.. She took about a second to try to allow her head to clear, then slowly climbed out of her bed. She sleepily walked to her bathroom sink to lightly rinse her face, to wake herself up and clear off any dirt. She then walked to her dressing table. Grabbing her high quality mane brush she began to brush her mane, grooming out all of the tangles and frizzing the long night had caused. She looked in the mirror to check herself. As usual, she looked great already.
She walked in to her small kitchen, quickly preparing her cereal and eating it almost as fast. After the food was finished, she left her bowl and spoon by the sink and washed her hooves. 
After preheating the oven to Gas Mark 5, she sieved 255 grams of plain flour into a mixing bowl, then rubbed in 140 grams of margarine. She then added in six tablespoons of water in small increments until it was a moist dough. After greasing a cupcake tray, she cut the pastry and put it into the tray, dolloping in the thick jam. Carefully picking up the tray, she walked to the heated oven and put the tarts in.
While they were cooking, the pegasus moved back to her bedroom to apply her makeup. Just a little bit of light eye shadow in a classy style and a small amount of mascara. She tied the look together with thin eyeliner and a light pink lipstick. She then covered her pure white coat with a grey top and put on a dark grey choker and a golden necklace with a matching heart pendant.
After checking that her makeup was still perfect, she went back to her hot oven and took out the baked tarts. They had cooked perfectly, the pastry was crisp and golden and the jam almost bubbling with heat. She transferred them to a wicker basket and left them on the counter as she walked to the back door of the small cottage. She picked up the bag of chicken feed and walked out to her large, high fenced garden. She walked to the chicken coop and gave her three chicks each a pat on the head. She poured the feed into their bowls and closed and locked the coop door up.
"Okay guys, I'm heading out. Bee's in charge while I'm out." She giggled to herself and the chick's confused peeps and clucks taking the feed back inside and closing the door. She walked back to the tarts and picked them up. She walked out of the front door and looked to the sky, breathing in the clear fresh air before taking flight.
As she glided down in a graceful landing to the ground at the train station, she scanned the crowds for her best friend. She eventually saw the light brown earth pony 
"There's my favourite Pegasus!" Love Figaro said, briskly walking to her, "I see you brought yourself a snack!" He chuckled lightly, as he often did when making such a remark.
"I made your favourite," she said, putting the basket down. He smiled at her, a genuine smile he seemed to reserve for her.
"So, you're really doing your dream," she said, "getting a house, moving to a small town. That must be exciting!"
"Yeah, but lately I've been thinking of what I'll miss. The tarts, the chickens, my best pal CC!" He looked more sombre than usual.
"Those are all just to do with me!" She giggled a bit.
"Yeah, I suppose they are."
A whistle squealed, the conducter calling the few passengers to board.
"Well, I guess I should go. I'll see you later, CC."
"Bye, don't get in any trouble!" She feigned anger before breaking through with a giggle.
"What am I going to do? Have sex with a Princess?" He chuckled, as Candy burst into giggles.
"Goodbye Figgy. Don't forget to write!"
"I won't, CC."
The train chuffed away from the platform, leaving the pink maned Pegasus in bittersweet agony. She smiled, knowing he'd write and visit soon. Probably with stories of those weird scenarios he managed to get into. She was proud that he was living his dream, as she was too. 
She turned around to see the basket of tarts, still on the floor. There was a note on top that she nad not left.

  Knowing you, you'll have brought me some treats. Also knowing you, you'll need them more. Enjoy.
Love, Figgy

When Candy returned home, she landed in the garden to check on the chickens. They were clucking around as usual. She walked into the kitchen and put the tarts down on the counter. She stretched her legs slightly and turned to the door. She saw a small package had arrived. She walked over and picked it up. She brought it back to the counter and opened it up. Inside was a letter.

I know we both suck at goodbyes, so I'll put this in writing and send it. This way, even if I chicken out on the day, you'll get this message.
CC, you have helped me in more ways than I can hope to count. You helped me see what my dream was and pushed me to achieve it. You let me be who I truly am with you. You put up with what I dealt, so much beyond what most others would.
Thank you, so much for all you've done. We will see each other in the future. But until them I'll keep writing and I'll stay strong. Not just for you, but because of you.
Yours, Figgy.

P.S, you should have seen the looks on the printer ponies' faces!


Candy smiled at the letter, her eyes wet with happiness. Although she quirked an eye at the last part. She took the only other object out of the package. It was a calender. As she opened it up, she saw what Figgy meant.

POMF