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// (Optional) The Diary of Fluttershy, Piece One. 
// Story: Living the Life of Industrialism 
// by FlutterDash 
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Dear Diary,

Why? Why would Pinkie Pie, my marefriend of all people, do that to me? To us? The only thoughts that could come to my mind are that either...

1) She honestly didn't know what she did due to being so drunk. But she didn't drink that much, which leads me to...
2) Somebody had put harder liquor than she had asked for, and she never noticed. But why? I suppose it would be a prank of sorts, but one of the only people that I know of that  would do that would be...
3) Rainbow Dash. But I didn't see her there. Maybe it was somebody else.

I know that she is the Pink Party Pony of Equestria. But does that constitute something like this? I don't think so... I wonder how she's even doing now. I hope it set in that I'm not happy; but I hope I didn't go overboard... I think I did. I'm so sorry, Pinkie, if I did. 

Wait.

You aren't going to ever read this.

This is my private diary.

Well then.

I'm not going to leave her over this, I love her too much to do that. But... I feel betrayed, in a sense. Even though she wasn't, apparently, aware of her actions... it still happened. And it embarrassed the both of us. I can't believe I had to drag her out by her mane, off the DJ Table, apologizing to Vinyl Scratch the entire time I was getting her off. 

I'll just leave it at this:

The stallions were not too happy that I was taking away their free strip tease.

And by that, I mean they tried getting her back.

She's lucky I'm persevering. Otherwise, Celestia knows what would have happened to her with those... those ruffians.

This is all I have to write, as I see Pinkie coming out as I speak... write.

I bid you goodbye, Diary, for now.

~Fluttershy

P.S. I know, I know, what I write in you is absolutely nothing like how I act around others. That's because I find it easier to simply let whatever I have out, onto this paper, instead of around others. I don't want to arouse suspicion that something else is going on. Because there isn't. I'm simply a shy pony with an introverted obsession to write with more complex words than I would usually use. 

Nothing wrong with that, right?