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Trixie: DRIVE TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NOW!!!!!!
Rarity: You could have told me you were getting contractions or something! Ugh, do you know how much it’ll cost to clean these seats-
Trixie: TRIXIE WAS’NT FEELING ANY! BESIDES, TRIXIE’S CAR IS MUCH BETTER ANYWAY! NOW DRIVE!
(and thus the only thing that i’ve ever done by real time ends, updates for this will now go back to an event by event basis like everything else on the blog. :V)
