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// Entry #29 
// Story: Starswirl's Journal 
// by AlesFlamas 
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My panic having subsided, I located the nearest scullery maid. Unfortunately that scullery maid was. . . her. That damned whore. That bloody rapist! My blood boils at the sight of her! She, however, seems to have to forgotten we had any sort of interaction whatsoever. Which just infuriates me even more! She, in contrast, was confused by my anger. And I, in response, doused the flames of my fury. . . temporarily at least. Apparently the king feels the occupation of wet-nurse to be degrading, both to the mare and the foal involved. So he makes sure to keep a small contingency of cows within the walls of Gilded Lily. They send at least a barrel of milk to the castle weekly, but for one reason or another, that barrel failed to arrive yesterday, meaning the Princess's food supply ran short, meaning I'm in in quite the pickle right about now. Oh no, she's starting to cry. . .