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// 80. Celebration 
// Story: In Celebration of a Hundred. 
// by Karrakaz 
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	She didn’t know how Pinkie had known. She hadn’t celebrated her birthday since she’d left home over over forty years ago, yet the pink mare had somehow divined the exact date.

“Happy birthday, Zecora,” Pinkie singsonged as she put down an entire meal. Cake was conspicuous by its absence, having been replaced by fresh fruits native to Zecora’s home country, together with a pitcher of Tej.

The smells brought back memories. The memories in turn made her throat close up from emotion, making her only recourse to hug the pink mare tightly as tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks.