I carve these words now well fed and hearty. It is the exact opposite state that dearest mother said I would be by this time. She is a fool; she has no tact, no skill when it comes to extracting love from these ponies. Now with the rest of my hive blasted to the far winds I am left with a simple message for passers by. There is always something that follows us in the darkest depths, but we all have the choice of who and what that follower is.

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