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Post by canarylocks on Oct 13, 2003 15:19:25 GMT -5
Amberlocks trailed to her rented little flat, it was tacky, and smelt of cat fur, but it would do. She turned the key in the lock and stumbled in. The flat was musty and damp, like it had once been filled with water. Amber found a nice little family of cocroaches behind the dirty old couch, they were not pleasantly greeted. "This sure is a nice flat." She said as she opened the fridge to reveal yet another family of roaches. "Go! Shoo!" She screamed as the bugs scampered on to the carpet. The bed was worse. Someone had weed in it, and not cleared up. Amber decided there was no way she was sleeping in there, so she grabbed the shower curtain and made a subtitute bed on the grimy floor. After scrouging around to make sure there was no more little familes, she swiched on the small tele. "Ooh! Guiness world records, don't mind if I do." She lumbered into her shower curtain bed and laid down, shut her eyes and tried to think optimisticly. "At least....At least the place isn't on fire." She said to herself.
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Post by canarylocks on Oct 14, 2003 9:59:44 GMT -5
Morning stuck, and the pink pony climbed tiredly from her bed. "The first thing I'm gonna do to that guy who sold me this place," She said, "Is punch him in the face." She packed her scarce belongings and stepped outside. She didn't bother to lock the door.
cont. ponyville
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