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  1. Mornings like this don't come every single day. To the average pony, it probably seemed like your regular Tuesday morning, same routine. Get up, go to work and come home. For Pinkie Pie, however, this was not your average Tuesday. Something seemed to be a bit off. Maybe it was the way she had done her hair? Maybe it was the side of bed she got out of? She couldn't exactly place her hoof on what had grabbed ahold of her psyche but there was one thing she did know: Something out of the ordinary was going on. Her errands for the day were simpler than usual too, Go to market and grab some eggs. Mrs. Cake told her that they were running low and that if she came back quick enough, she would have the rest of the day to herself. Pinkie was noticeably drearier than usual. “Did you get that?” Mrs Cake said sympathetically, hoping she wasn't stressing her out. She had been giving Pinkie a lot of chores recently, and even though Pinkie reassured Mrs Cake multiple times that she could handle them all, everypony has their limits. Perhaps she had reached hers and was too afraid to admit it? “mhmm, go and get the eggs you need. I got this.” she replied sheepishly. “Are you sure? You don't look to be too headstrong today. Is something wrong?” Pinkie looked at the floor. How could she respond to that when even she didn't know what was going on? “Well, the thing is, nothing should be wrong. But something in me keeps saying that something isn't right. I just don't know what.” Mrs Cake looked a bit worried. “Are you feeling ill? I don't want to overwork you if you've come down with something.” Pinkie started walking out the door. “I'm fine, whatever it is, I can sort it out!” once she was on the road, her mind couldn't help but wander to all the possibilities of what could be wrong. It was a postcard-perfect morning, the sun was brighter than ever, and everypony gave her a smile as she passed. She couldn't help but remember the last conversation she had with her friends. Perhaps that was the issue? She didn't feel lonely. She knew her friends were doing fine. She had seen Twilight just yesterday and had small talk with her.
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