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Submitted on January 3, 2012 File Size 14.3 KB   13 (who?)
Although the white sheets had been removed days ago, Scootaloo
was still certain that she could smell Copperbolt's distinct
fragrance from the large mattress. This was the main reason she
had been spending most of the time since the funeral in her, now
former, bedroom, tightly hugging the sheetless pillow. She kept
digging her nose into the sheets to, at the same time dry her
eyes whenever they began to tear up, to keep to keep the memory
of the brown mare completely intact, especially now that she had
seen firsthoof how nopony else seemed to do that.  She
remembered how the funeral had been painfully empty. Although
the ceremony was held on a holiday, and the sun had been shining
as brightly as always, only a few ponies had shown up to show
their respect. A few of Copperbolt's former Wonderbolt comrades,
a few former fans, Dr. Heart