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// Letter 64 
// Story: Dear Princess Sunbutt 
// by 2Merr 
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Dear Princess Sunflower,

I’m really glad I’m friends with Applejack because god damn is she ruthless.

Six months ago, the Apples were all booty bothered because Filthy Rich was building a motel right on the edge of the orchard. The construction would damage dozens of trees, directly affecting their business. Muddy Money offered them a big bag of bitcoin to offset their potential losses, but Little Miss Leather ‘n Lassos was having none of it. She marched straight into town the next day with her own bag of bitcoin, but didn’t say what she was going to do with it. She eventually stopped talking about the construction, so we assumed she had given up. 

Fast-forward to yesterday. The motel was mostly finished, so Fruitsnack revealed to us that she had already gone through the process of purchasing three tiny slivers of land around the site. In just a few hours, she had a fence put up, effectively blocking off three sides of the motel. If anyone wanted to stay there, they’d have to either jump the fence or walk around to the rear of the building and then walk all the way back to the front just to get inside. Needless to say, this would heavily deter customers. It was also probably illegal, but we’re going to ignore that. 

Dirty Dollar caved like a little bitch and sold the motel at a loss to the Apples. They plan to turn it into a warehouse by next year to store their cider. 

If nothing else, I will take this as a powerful example of what can be accomplished through pure spite. I now have a fun story to tell about my friend.  

Your permanent purple nurple,
Twice Cream