Real life exploded. Some of you know what is going on from the Discord. There may be a slight interruption in progress as everything is sorted out. In a manner of speaking, my past has caught up to me, and I am ill-prepared to deal with it. It will probably turn out fine. Great even. Good things might very well come from this. But right now, emotional turmoil abounds. I do apologise. I understand that everybody is waiting for an update. Soon.

Sleep-dep and other forces conspired against me. The story I hoped to release on the 20th will be delayed, but done before xmas. Progress updates are found on the Discord. There has been a lot of work done and the story is almost finished.

With a grunt of effort, and with her tongue dangling from the corner of her mouth—a silly display of youthful concentration—Lime Tart shoved all of the snow off of the buried tombstone. It wasn’t a standing tombstone like some; no, those were far too costly. This was a simple headstone that lay flat upon the ground, and as such, could be covered by snow. Which was a problem. More than a problem, even. It was a source of much distress for Stargazer, who came out to the cemetery every

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“Well”—Pinkie stretched out this word until it was as long as a sentence—“you still gotta say that you’re sorry. That’s just how it is. Even if it doesn’t fix things. It’s how you start, see? Sometimes, sometimes we don’t say we’re sorry… for whatever reason. Sometimes we just expect that we’ll be forgiven. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being a Pie Sister, it’s that we can’t take other ponies for granite. Saying that you’re sorry helps to smooth over hurt feelings.”

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