“Okay, everypony… looks like the party’s over…” Pinkie seemed to be on the verge of tears as she spoke into the microphone. cầu vồng didn’t want her workers staying up all night, so Pinkie’s party had met its end at the stroke of midnight.
She suddenly brightened up. “But I’m sure we’ll have another one real soon!” She was probably right.
All the ponies shuffled toward the exit, past countless strewn cups, decorations, and unfinished food. Stylo was there amidst the crowd, walking beside Cloudchaser. He felt happier than he had ever been in his life.
He casually turned to...
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