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// Mail 
// Story: Pieces of a Grey Cloud 
// by darf 
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Derpy walks into the wrong thing when she gets to work. She’s worked at her work for years and she still can’t remember where everything is. She read the sign on a door wrong and then she read the door wrong and her hoof read the doorhandle wrong and she walked into the door and it hurt and she bit her tongue. She tried to walk away from the door but she felt bad, because even though she knew the door wouldn’t tell, it hurt her tummy when she walked into it. Derpy made up a little ‘la la la’ song as she walked away from the door, the kind she did when she didn’t want to think about something, but then the time she was in her school play and said the wrong words remembered her, and she remembered it too and it felt bad and then she wanted to cry a little bit but she didn’t.

Derpy delivers the mail. She delivers it really well even if she sometimes mixes up and when she mixes up her stomach hurts but no one is ever mad at her. And sometimes her boss says good job and he says you’re the best mailpony we’ve ever had and someone said thank you and they got you this big basket of muffins, and Derpy smiles and eats them and they taste good but sometimes they taste like dirt and Derpy doesn’t want them anymore but she can’t say that.

Derpy works with a lot of other ponies. They smile at her. Her smile hurts, but she smiles, and then sometimes she can’t see things and she trips a little bit and they laugh. They say ‘oh Derpy’ and Derpy’s smile hurts more but she laughs and then goes to deliver her mail.

Derpy has a lot of mail to deliver. When she picks it up she thinks about how she felt when she woke up. Her bed was soft, and her eyes were dark, and her stomach didn’t hurt.

Derpy wanted to be the head mailpony when she started at her job. Now she just wants to go home.