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Seasons change, and leaves may fall, but I'll be with you through them all.

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It seems that the whole situation is Sonata problem for Octavia... :trollestia:

Just because the good guys always win doesn't mean there can't be collateral damage. Just ask the Golden Oak Library.

An entertaining commentary on the nature of climactic season endcaps. Thank you for it.

Typo spotted: rag dall

That aside, this was even more fun than the original Writeoff version. Great casting choices. Subtle burrito-ness. Shiba Inu says wow. :derpytongue2:

8170505 Poshverse-Octavia talks with a pronounced Alabama accent, and "rag dall" is just my attempt at writing it phonetically.

(Also, Tea-Totaler is a tea shop which caters exclusively to recovering alcoholics)

Well okay then. That was a lovely piece of insanity to start my reading for the day.

'Tavi does have a good point. It's easy to get cynical and blasé when you realize you live in a world in which everything always works out in the end.

Definitely works better with that pair. The first version was funny and this one is funnier.

And I seem to recall some brouhaha about a bugbear once—"

"Nopony cared about the bugbear, Octy!"

That one killed me :rainbowlaugh:

I feel like I've read this story before, and that Octavia did a very good job of retelling it.
The visual Sonata-in-the-background gags were perfect.

Octavia, frankly, could not care less.


Quite good, yes yes

I'm sure that tooth left a few cavities in Octy's bones.

Ouch! I guess you could say that Octavia's predicament at the end there.... *puts on sunglasses* Bites. :twilightsheepish:


I love this.

I think they got rid of the quirk of counting quotation marks as words, as this has slightly more quotation marks than number of words it's now under 1000.

8511486 I think it was apostrophes that they counted as words, but don't quote me on that.


Might that wordcount be a bit of a blorp?

8704706 ...I do not know.

Posh, what. Why. I mean I understand why, but WHY.

And suddenly it all makes sense. The why's don't matter; the circumstances, the context... all irrelevant.

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