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“Hello, dear,” Velvet began. “Is your mother...”
“OH MY GOSH!” The filly jumped up, squealing in delight. Then just as quickly she brought a hoof to her mouth, gasping as if in horror. “Oh no! You’re too late! I waited for you all day, but now we’re closed!” Tears welled up in her wide eyes.
Velvet Remedy took a step back. “Oh dear. I’m so sorry, young one, but we’re not...”
The look of horror dissipated instantly, replaced by a wide grin. “Of course you’re not! As if we ever close!” She giggled exuberantly. She ran out of the house, dashing past us[...]
Fo:E - Chapter Nine: The Moral of the Story
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