You really, really don’t want to sleep on the streets out in Canterlot; you’re just begging to get captured and sold to work in mines, or factories, or to be used as a guinea pig by mad scientists. Trust me; I’ve had neighbors and coworkers vanish before, back when I lived in a worse part of town.”
“This is crazy,” the gray pegasus said, shaking his head. “Of course Las Pegasus is like that, but Canterlot…?”

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I always feel really self-conscious thinking about writing one of these things because it seems pretentious to assume there's people following my progress on my stories. But at the same time I wouldn't feel right to do this without any kind of explanation, so here goes.

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