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Pray that there's intelligent life somewhere out in space, because there's bugger-all down here on Earth.



This story is a sequel to Not-Quite-Straight Talk

Alone in her apartment on a midsummer's day, Sunset Shimmer decides she has no real desire to do anything productive. Left alone with only her thoughts, she engages various inanimate objects to try to make sense of the past months of her life, as well as those around her.

This story is part of the Recovery + Shipping timeline.

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Comments ( 6 )

And Rarity thinks SHE'S going crazy... ironically, this is Sunset improving.

I find the fact that they both dreamed that a bit worrying. Darn multiversal omens making it hard to tell what's real...

And darn it Sunset, denial will not make reality go away no matter how much you try for it. Now go get a burrito and then listen to Flash for Harmony's sake!

Nice story! :O Good fourth wall break. Enjoyed the lead up. :)


And Rarity thinks SHE'S going crazy

Rarity is going crazy. Sunset's been there for a while. :pinkiecrazy:

ironically, this is Sunset improving.

Yep! As of my typing this comment, I haven't written a blogpost for this story yet, but I'll lay it out.

Thanks as always! :twilightsmile: Now I just need to read your story...

I just… feel like my entire existence is being pulled in three different directions by some jaded sadistic god who has nothing better to do than make me miserable

I see what you did there :rainbowwild:

You, sir, get a like simply because of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference!

Why do I get the feeling Mr Stabby-stabby (Lord Stabington II if we are being formal), has a dedicated drawer reserved for him.

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