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// Speckle's Peeved Review (Estee's "Autoapproval Was A Mistake") 
// Story: Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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Waking up the next day, Twilight Sparkle learned just how bad it'd gotten in her absence.

She  learned this when, only halfway through a thorough—if sheepish—explanation out of Spike, a furious series of knocks against the library door interrupted him. She'd barely gotten it fully open when a lilac muzzle came within an inch of smashing into her lavender.

"Are you out of your hoity-toity skull, Sparkle?"

"Fuh...Flitter?"

"You left a bucking minor to run the entire library all by himself  on the busiest day of the bookselling world?!" It was, indeed, Flitter.  And she didn't look happy. True, that tended to be a universal  constant, but this morning had her flaring her wings in an aggression display. "I thought you, at least, had brains!"

Eardrums ringing, Twilight tried to collect herself enough to answer, "Th-the Princess...she said—"

"To drop everything and run, yeah. I heard. So what else is new?" Flitter's glare trumped any indignation Twilight returned, because she pressed on without skipping a beat. "Wanna know how many parents around town are filing complaints because their foal read material way above their grade level? Graphic murder mysteries, raunchy romance novels, sex-ed?" Twilight had not, though she'd gotten far enough in Spike's explanation to know that Chief Miranda Rights had a list of some kind waiting for her to pick up. "Sweet Tartarus, that stuff probably scared half the school into eternal virginity."

Twilight heard Spike let out a very loud, very long groan of total, utter dismay behind her.

"I... look, it was on such short notice—"

"Cow patties!" Pegasi didn't have earth pony strength, but Flitter didn't  seem to care as she slammed her hoof on the ground. "You had two days to get it together before Big Important Trip Number Whatever; you could've asked anypony for help, any responsible adult who knew the rules better than a kid left to their own devices to help him run a library swamped to the ceiling. Buck, I  would've helped if I knew what was happening sooner! Instead, I gotta  hear about it from Chaser after work, about how little Rumble was given The Talk from somepony who wasn't his big brother! Who, by the way, is fuming."

"I—"

"Seriously, Sparkle, you did more than drop the ball on this one. You dropped the whole dang hoofball stadium!"  With one final glare, punctuated by a snort, Flitter spun around on her hooves—coming centimeters of clocking Twilight with her tail in the process—and stalked off into town proper, leaving Twilight staring after her in the doorway.

It was early. Some might claim that nopony's brain worked that well so soon out of bed without any wake-up juice. In Twilight's case, it was a matter of some parts working much faster than others. "Any responsible adult."

Flitter paused, wings poised for takeoff, and looked back. "What?"

"You said I could ask any responsible adult," said the most active parts of Twilight's mind.

"Yeah, and?"

Twilight gave a pointed look at the library's ravaged shelves before turning back to Flitter. "Let me know when you find one."

Guilt, remorse, and a letter to the Princess would come later. For now, Snark shut the door and went to comfort her brother.