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// The tenth entry, or: Trains are not as fun to ride as one usually thinks. 
// Story: Forward again, and again, and again. 
// by Zaravan 
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	I'm writing this real quick while we ride this damned thing up the mountain. So, where taking the 'Ponyville Express' i think it's called, to the capital. I hate it. We all hate it. It's bumpy, the smoke from the engine drifts in and makes us cough up a storm, and all these other ponies keep shifting around and stealing glances at us. From what we've overheard, they know who we are from the rough descriptions that the liberated slaves gave. And they seemed rather thankful. But that really doesn't excuse how goddamn jumpy they are! One of us asked a high class looking pony for the time, and he rather rudely ignored us and turned his nose! Bah!

We tried asking about the dining car, but the 'chauffeurs' i think they're called, kept blubbering nonsense and excused themselves. Twilight, who, i should say, invited us in the first place, apologized and offered us daisy sandwiches she ordered. Regretfully, we had to decline. The worst part? We've only been on here for ten minutes and we still have two. Goddamn. Hours. Before we pull into the station.

I'm going to try to take a nap. The sooner we get off this damned thing the better!