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// Chapter 8.1 
// Story: Clown Mare 
// by Flora Blossom 
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Spiras Cross walked into a suit store.  While it was about ten-o-clock. 
  
“Ah, I see the suits as one of the best suits makers in the history of Equestria. It is then I should buy the most usual suit that I wear almost every day in business; however, it was the suit always worn out after a few years at best.  I couldn’t repair them since they always seem to get so small during the laundry when some of it dries off.  I could get it tailored but however it would be repaired.  I could just buy a new one.”   
  
He looked at the same fashion blue suit with a white trim near the buttons.   
 
“A thread counts of one hundred seventy grams per square meter. It is one of the best tastes since when you wear it.  Has some degree of making it breathable.  This is why I love this lighter flannel peace.” 
  
He grabbed it with both of his hooves of the hanger, placed it behind his back and walked to the cashier. 
  
“I’ll be taking this.  I assume it’s the same price as always.” 
  
He placed a load of bits to the counter making a ting sound.  The strange green pony opened her mouth with her teeth together. Nodding her head several times. 
  
“Have a good day.” 
  
He put thoughts in his head, “I know how much of a dirty business this place can get.  Expensive stuff can only lead to shady companies.  But I feel like that’s life itself.” 
  
Spiras Cross waves at the cashier with his opened mouth with his teeth together. 
  


 
  
Eleven-o-clock in the evening when the bell was struck; it made a loud tone several times throughout the city. 
  
You look at the window from the left of the bed staring at the star constellation. For a moment I walked to your door and tapped your door three times with my right hoof.  However, you placed your left hoof on your left side of the face when you felt that tingle startle you from concentration looking up at the sky. I then knocked three more times. 
  
You turned to the left and walked to the door from the south. 
 
“Hello? Are you back from the Gala?”  
  
You opened the door with your left hoof.  “Ah, Mistress Flora Blossom.” 
  
“Ah, so it’s a mysterious pony with no name.  Still trying to hide it from me.” 
  
“No, of course not Mistress, it's that I wish to stay anonymous.” 
  
“I understand.” 
  
“I should make some tea, Mistress.” 
  
I nodded my head up and down three times.  Few seconds later I took a seat by the nearby window. 
  
“So, after the incident all those years ago. I wonder how Rane Shackleton is feeling? I felt that same awful thing all those years ago.  However, I was in the woods that very same day casting magic with a few other strangers.  We had found a strange creature on that day and one of those strangers cast lightning magic.  It was uncontrollable.  It hit the rocks near the cliff and for that I couldn’t say anymore.” 
  
I sighed and placed both hooves on my face.   
  
The stranger poured the tea with their magic. 
  
“Umm… Mistress Flora. Did you already pick a dress for the Grand Galloping Gala?  Because all of your followers and other strangers are going to be there.  Are you prepared?” 
  
“Yes, I hope that other strangers don’t cause a problem.” 
  
I then used my magic and levitated the tea cup and poured it softly into my mouth.  When I thought about the moment in my head. I was already thinking of the white dress to match a certain pony.