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Smiling on the Doorstep

It is true that I have sent six magic missles through the head of my best friend, and yet I hope to shew by this statement that I am not her murderer.
At first I shall be called a madponymadder than the mare I shot in her cell at the Canterlot Sanatorium. Later some of my readers will weigh each statement, correlate it with the known facts, and ask themselves how I could have believed otherwise than as I did after facing the evidence of that horror that thing…smiling, smiling and smiling, on the doorstep.

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Posted previously at: 2012-07-22T18:24:03 | Posted previously by: bitbrony