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// Me 
// Story: Untitled 
// by Crystal Moose 
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The tavern was empty, save for a mare slumped across the counter. Twilight pushed through the batwing doors, her eyes adjusting from the bright outside to the darkness within.

Concerned for his sister, Big Mac had told Twilight that Applejack had been practically living there since the funerals.

Twilight sat quietly on the barstool next to Applejack.

“Applejack, I know it’s hard, but this isn’t—”

“Ah shouldn’ta run, Twi,” Applejack whispered as she nursed her twelfth hard cider for the evening. “Ah shoulda, Ah dunno… I shoulda stayed. Ah shoulda saved Rainbow.”

“You did the right thing, Applejack,” Twilight replied, sternly.

“Th’ right thing?” Applejack screamed, waving her forearm and scattering the empty tankards across the floor. “Ah was a coward, an’ th’ right thing got Rainbow Dash killed!

“Ah did th’ right thing, an’ now one’a mah best friends is in th’ ground, and the other’s in the loony bin!”

“It’s not your fault, Applejack. There— there was nothing you could have done for Rainbow,” Twilight whispered.

“Y’all don’t know that!” Applejack sobbed. “Ah coulda, Ah dunno. Ah coulda done somethin’!”

“No, Applejack, there was nothing,” Twilight replied shaking her head from the memory.

“How c’n ya say that, Twi?” Applejack said, before taking another pull on her cider. When she found it empty, she threw it angrily to the floor.

“I read the official reports, Applejack. They were pretty grim.















“Rainbow Dash had been dead for over eighteen hours before you even arrived.”