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// XII 
// Story: Fifteen Pages 
// by NaiadSagaIotaOar 
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The other diary in the house was the opposite of Rarity’s in many ways: it had scuffs around the edges where Rarity’s was pristine, it had colorful stickers to fill its pages and brighten the cover where Rarity’s had minimalistically elegant filigree, and its pages tended to shy away from the verbosity of Rarity’s. 

But on one particular day, not too long after Rarity’s tenth page had been filled, that last trend reversed.

Rarity was really upset today. She didn’t want to say anything, but I could tell. As soon as she got back home, she went straight to her room and hasn’t come out since then. I think I could hear her crying.
 
I wish she’d tell me what was going on. She seemed fine earlier this week, but then a few days ago, I saw her talking to Bon Bon after school and she looked all pale and stuff. I guess maybe she’s sad because Lyra’s in the hospital? I know a lot of people are, after she got hit by a car the other day. She’s pretty nice, and I think most people like her.