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Post by Whispering Wind on Apr 17, 2005 12:05:27 GMT -5
Depressed and alone she was, wandering around near the Ponyville Park. Dasher snarled quietly, and went to sit on one of the benches. She lifted her head too look around often, as if she was looking for someone...
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Post by Whispering Wind on Apr 17, 2005 14:59:17 GMT -5
[cont. elsewhere...]
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