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// lunAside: ThE thIRd 
// Story: Diaries of an Equestrian Overlord 
// by KitsuneRisu 
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ThE thIRd

Name: Meadowland

TyPe: EartH

Height: 1.13 M

Weight: 47 kg

NumbER of Bags of Packing Foam rEquired to Fill Body Cavity: 4.6

NumBer of LeftoVer Bags of Packing Foam: 1.4

Sin: ThefT

Notes: StyroFoam makEs the skin LumpY. ConsiDEr cotton wool next Time.

AccounT:

She stolE from me. Nothing more. Nothing less. Theft is unacceptable. Theft is wrong.

I left a small bag of bits on the chair of the cafe where she works. I waited at another table.

She found the money. Looked around. Worried look on her face. Made proclamation to crowd, bag of bits found. Does this belong to anypony?

I stayed silent. Watched her.

She put the money into her apron.

Theft.

Unacceptable.

Stayed until closing. She asked me to leave. Rude.

Told her I was waiting for something.

I was waiting for my money back. The money that she had taken.

She said the money was inside. She was glad that I had returned. Glad to return the money to me. She was keeping it safe.

Excuses.

The coffee machine has a little metal rod.

It is sharp at the end. I see ponies putting it into milk and turning a knob.

I never knew what it was for.

I know now.

She choked up some hot water. Got over my cloak.

The sobbing was annoying.

I asked her. Why did you steal? Why did you take what is not yours?

I turned the knob all the way.

Measurements were taken. Souvenir was taken.

Decided to fill her up with Styrofoam.

Now she looks just like a bag of bits.

Coffee Machine probably broken. Left money there to pay for damages.