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// 4 
// Story: A Perfect Student 
// by ThatHandsomeDevil 
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	Hours later, the sun was beginning to set, casting an orange glow across the quaint shops and gardens of the high-class town. Twilight sat on her back haunches, pile after pile of books stacked around her. Pages could be heard flipping at a nearly frantic pace, and the room was tinged with that smell of a freshly opened book, laced as it was with the dust of tomes long forgotten. Spike slept in the corner, having become overwhelmed with boredom.

Twilight, eyes weary with the strain of hours of searching for an answer, shook her head wildly, realizing she just forgotten everything she’d read on the page of her current book “Dreams: A Journey”. Turning away from her pile of books, Twilight walked out into the corridor of the Archives, deciding she needed to get some fresh air.

A little ways off, Twilight could see the Restricted area of the Archives was wide open, the normally locked gate swinging on its hinges, no guards standing watch by it.

Twilight looked back, seeing Spike as he snored, his back against a bookshelf. She let him be, moving stealthily towards the Restricted wing.

I know this is wrong... The unicorn thought to herself, as she began passing shelves stuffed with binders of information reserved only for Princess Celestia and her servants. But... I’ve always wanted to see the information contained in these shelves...

Twilight found herself about halfway down the aisles when something caught her eye. A white binder was a little out of place on the shelf, and on the spine was her cutie mark, along with the words “RRR: ‘TWILIGHT-SPARKLE’ 0-15 #05376-34289”

What in the name of Celestia...? Twilight thought to herself, levitating the binder away from the shelf with her magic. She cracked it open, and sat down to read in the aisle where she sat.