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>The blanket warm around her shoulders, but the icy wind stinging her cheeks as she curls up on the street corner
>A few months have gotten her savvy enough to know which places the local child predators hang out at, so mostly she's just alone.
>The blanket is one of her few posessions, the only other things she has right now are a toothbrush (end carved to a point, but still used for brushing her teeth) and an old photo of her and Dash.
>After the crash and subsequent coma, her mentor and secret big sister's allowance to let Scootaloo live under her wing gradually dwindled into nothing.
>The house was repossessed to pay for her medical bills, and since none of Dash's family members wanted to accept that their baby girl was braindead, Scootaloo had to pay too.
>She had a bunk bed there, though only the top bunk was used.
>That was high enough to see through the window in the clouds, into the rolling skies and ponies below.
>She would just look out that window for hours sometimes.
>Sometimes...
>Being up so high...
>She felt like a real pegasus.
>She hugs the blanket tighter.
>She's numb, numb on the inside but also on the outside.
>Maybe tomorrow she can get some hot chocolate with bits thrown after pitying glances.
...
>"You hate to see it."
>Copper Top shakes her head as the EMTs drape a curtain over the little orange form.
>She picks up the blanket and, dirty as it may be, puts it on top of the stretcher.
>"Hooves, I know this is evidence but I think she should be buried with it. Can I take it home to wash?"
>"You know the rules."
>She sighs.
>"Yeah, it was a nice thought though, wasn't it?"
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