Broken looked at Rose. “Hey Rosey, if you don’t have feet, is there a point to you wearing socks?”

She though for a bit. “Mmm... no.”

“If you don’t have hands, is there a point to you wearing gloves?”

“No?”

“Then why do you wear a bra?”

Mitchell spit out the coffee his was drinking, before bursting out laughing as Rose pouted.

In the future of The Sinners Path

A young filly runs through the hallways and enters a room. There sits an unreformed changeling, looking at something on his desk. She happily runs over to him. He turns over to her and smiles as she hops into his hooves. "Daddy! Mama said it's time to cut the cake," she says before peeking over to desk, noticing a few pictures. "Woah... Are those your war pho-tos?"

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So apparently I can't do something as simple as read two chapters in a week, so this week's fanfic will once again be completely blind.

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