Zipp and Pipp couldn't be more different, but during yet another one of Queen Haven's notoriously stuffy and high-class parties, two young fillies on the brink of adolescence find ways to occupy themselves through...shared interests.

Contains foalcon. Because this is sure as fuck isn't where you to go sign up for your optometrist appointment, is it? What are you even doing here for that? You lost? Get out of here. Get out. We're playing Minecraft. I've always hated you, you and my step-mom. You're a loser. I wish Mom wasn't dead. Go get a real job. Seriously, are you crying now? God, you're always the same. Fucking pathetic.

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