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// The Privileged Pen 
// Story: Flash Of A Reflection 
// by Moproblems Moharmoney 
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It was good, almost too good. 

Spinning Dazzle had been in the magazine industry for twenty years. So naturally, she felt that gave her a bit of confidence when it came to weeding out fakes. Articles written by the incompetent, by ghosts (non-literal thankfully), or with AI boosters.

She'd never know why ponies thought eating Asena intestines was worth the meagre results it produced, but that was the world she lived in.

Still...

"You wrote this yourself?"

He smiled despite the lack of honorific, something she'd been sure would rattle him. 

"Oh certainly, you'd be surprised at how a fellow can wax lyrical on the merits of seersucker."

Dazzle lifted the sheet once more, its contents still disturbingly enthralling. The stallion had turned a simple question about summer wear into three thousand words of informative humour and whimsy. What could he do with a regular slot?

"You're hired, Blueblood."