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// Sayonara, Diamond Tiara 
// Story: Silver Spoon on the Moon, and Other Short Stories 
// by ocalhoun 
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I took one last look at her disgustingly pink face. “You need to go. Now.”

She sneered. “Is that so?” Trotting away from the door, she stuck her nose into the air. “Well, I don't think so. I'm having a great time with all my friends.”

I glanced around. Everyone else had already left the party after seeing what she'd done to Silver Spoon. “Riiight.”

She turned back toward me and smirked. “Not that you would understand. You don't have any.”

“I don't have any what?” I shook my head.

“Friends.”

I glared at her. “Out. Now.”

She took her time, dipping another strawberry into the now-lonely chocolate fountain. “Oh, I don't think so. I like it here.” She bit into it slowly, making a show of savoring it.

“This place is for me and my friends, and if I don't have any friends, then you can't be here.”

She laughed, a cruel, mirthless sound. “No, no. It's not like that. I'm not your friend, but you are my friend. You see how that works?”

I let my frown deepen as my eyes bored holes into her.

She giggled, making my skin crawl. “Good, now, won't you be a dear and fetch me some more punch? It seems like it spilled all over a certain somepony, and now there's no more left.”

I stalked toward her. “That is not how this works, and you can't treat my friends that way.”

“Ooh! What are you going to do about it, go cry to your mommy?” She snickered. “Oh, wait. You can't, because she's been dead for--”

I reached down and grabbed her by the mane and tail, yanking her roughly off of the ground.

“Ouch! OW! Hey, you can't treat me like...”

Taking advantage of my larger, stronger frame, I carried her to the front door. Fortunately for her, somepony had left it open, so she wouldn’t have to crash through it.

“Hey, hey! HEY! Don't you dare even think about-- Aaah!”

I tossed her out the front door, right into the dusty walkway, and I slammed the door closed behind her. Leaning against the closed door, listening to her muffled outrage, I shivered. If I ever had to meat that horrid little filly again, it would be too soon.