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      Rainbow Dash closed the door behind her. After Twilight's impromptu tea party, they'd agreed that they'd throw her party in about three days time; long enough to get invites to the entire village, but not enough time for them to guess the reason for the party.      She shook her head, wondering if Twilight knew what she was doing. "I just hope she realizes that there's no turning back now she's agreed to this," she said, partly to herself and partly to the nearly-immortal lump of green she wouldn't trade for anything.      It's not like she disapproved or anything, after all, she figured it out first. She just questioned Twilight's

      Twilight was worried. She had decided today would be the day. She had planned for every possible outcome. She had taken into account all the possible variables. Every point of data regarding this situation had been recorded, graphed, triple checked, lost, found again, buried under the cover of darkness and let sit for a month, dug up and finally used as mulch.      So why was she so worried? Was she worried about what she should say? How her friends would react? If her parents would find out? How they would react? Or was it that Shining might find out? Or maybe how he would react? Or maybe it was all of these?      Like it or not, Twi

      Big Macintosh woke with the familiar taste of hard cider in his mouth and the semi-familiar sensation of having slept in a bale of hay. He did, however, notice that there were some new sensations added to the mix: the feeling of feathers pressed up against his side, the feeling of having an unusually warm piece of velvet wrapped in silk pressed up against him and the unmistakeable scent of strawberries filling the air.      Curious, he looked down to see the mare he'd been in love with for some seven years curled up against his chest, one wing cradling his side. He began to wonder how he'd come to be in this rather favorable situation

20 words      Rainbow Dash just laid there, not wanting to move for fear of ruining the moment, yet knowing that even a moment as perfect as this could not last forever.      For as long as her life in Ponyville, she had dreamed about this moment. She had dreamed about his strong, steady heartbeat. She had dreamed about his thick, velvety coat. She had dreamed about the subtle scent of apples on his coat. Now that she had experienced these things for herself, nothing seemed to matter anymore.      For now, she could just forget about her troubles. She could forget that her second-in-command Raindrops was constantly trying to get her fir