This story is a sequel to Just a Clone
I'd spent most of my life as nothing more than a clone of somepony else. But thanks to that pony I was given a second chance. But while I've tried hard to leave that past behind me, it seems it's not quite ready to let go. I may have my own name, my own face, and my own body, but there's something I still lack. A Cutie Mark, the very thing that defines a pony still eludes me even after all these months.
But it's out there, somewhere. I don't know where or when, but I will find out what it is I'm destined to be.
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Just wanted to point out that this is not a "second person" story, so you should remove that tag.
First person = "I tossed the ball to Pinkie"
Second person = "You catch the ball and toss it to your clone"
Third person = "The pinkie clone caught the ball"
Think of it as "I am the first person, You are the second person, She is the third person."
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Thanks for pointing that out.
nicely done; also:
so, the Pinkie clone has a name: may I ask what it is?
okay, normally I'd ask how she managed to find an elephant and/or how she's been able to hide it for so long...but this is Pinkie Pie we're talking about: it's best not to question it...
Since the first story gave me chills even after re-reading it, I'm tracking this one
A nice start. Unfortunate that it never got past this...
I would have loved to know what the deal was with that friend who worked at the library