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// FoME's Dream Analysis (Lil Penpusher's "The Nightmare's Nightmare") 
// Story: Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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“We’re literally the same person," reasoned Twilight. She found herself pacing in front of the shower, a hand on her chin. "This is like being embarrassed by your reflection looking at you.”

Midnight didn't seem nearly as intrigued, one eye twitching as her spellfire spectacles kept sputtering under the shower's continued spray. “We’re clearly distinct enough to have different opinions on the matter. Now can I please have some time to myself?" She ground her teeth as she considered the sheet of plastic in her grip, wrapping her raven wings around her behind it. "And maybe a new shower curtain?”

Twilight shrugged. “You're the one who tore it off the railing."

"After you came into my bathroom without knocking!"

"Wanton destruction has consequences, Midnight."

A fresh gout of steam puffed off of Midnight's forehead as she snarled. "So does invasion of privacy!"

Twilight crossed her arms. "Does that mean I can get some in my other dreams?”

That got the eye twitch started again. “Are you seriously playing that card right now?”

“You have to admit, it is a little hypocritical.”

Midnight rolled her eyes. “I’m you without restraint or inhibition. I think I’m entitled to one or two hypocrisies.”

Twilight couldn't hold back a smirk. “Well, clearly some inhibitions.”

Her counterpart's gnarled horn lit up, and Twilight found herself getting bombarded by every bottle of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that Rarity had ever given her. “Get out of my bathroom!”