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// A very difficult insurance claim 
// Story: Nonagon's Ultra-Short Bite-Size Pony Fics 
// by Nonagon 
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"In my defense," Twilight said, "this sort of thing is totally unprecedented."

The insurance agent was finding it difficult to keep a straight face. "So you never saw a problem with living in a wooden building, filled with paper products, with both a fire-breathing dragon and a baby phoenix?"

"And the explosive chemicals in the basement," Twilight added. "But we never had any problems before, honest."

"I see." The agent adjusted his glasses, then patted some glowing embers off his shoulders. "Even so, perhaps we should move elsewhere while we finish the forms for your balloon."