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// Success Suits: When Failure is Not an Option 
// Story: Letters from an Irritated Princess 
// by Tired Old Man 
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Twilight Sparkle,

You remember when I told you to look into Rarity designing your dresses? I regret that statement I made, because I had a feeling it would lead to this.

I'll hazard a guess and say that you and your friends were amazingly unreasonable in your choices for apparel to wear, even though I specifically stated that I didn't want any of you to wear anything ridiculous. As usual, you overthought something simplistic and made it out into more of a chore than it had to be.

That's why you're not allowed to use brooms. Gods, I'm still finding splinters and hay strands.

You know that the Grand Galloping Gala isn't something like your seventh birthday with punch and cake and streamers, right? I mean, the only reason I let you wear that frilly mess of a dress that turned you into a giant loofah was because you didn't roll out into the streets with it. The looks your parents gave me, as I recall, were a mix of confusion and anger at having their daughter masquerade as a tumbleweed. Your brother laughed his horn off and called you his little Cottonball.

Ok, I admit that was a good laugh. Anyway, you learned your lesson at least, and so did Rarity. That's something, at least.

Love,

Princess Celestia

What? Luna, I told you the Stitch sisters would be here today!

It's too late now! They get into this zone when they start working, and I won't hear from them for weeks.

Don't ask me! I don't know anyone el--wait. Wait a second.

I do.