"Applejack, it's not worth it! You can get another one!" Rainbow Dash yelled down from above.
"Ah don't think you understand, Rainbow." Applejack dove for the fifth time, then thirty seconds later emerged with a brown shape in her mouth. She spat out water and flipped it onto her head. "This is mah hat."
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YESSS.
Excellent work.
Aw I just love those precious moments between AJ and her adorable hat.
I bet you thought hat but hat hat hat. But then hat, hat.
I've almost finished what's here so far. Thought I'd finally drop a comment.
Loved this chapter. And the title.
This is my rifle...
1584161 Full Metal Jacket
WAT
1585624
AJ's hat is her best friend and her life.
(Little more straight to the point...)
This is seriously a drabble.
1582746 YAR.
1582773 I am sensing a pattern here with the adoracute. Let's test it.
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1583247 ENORMOUS hat!
1584161 This is mine.
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1585624 What.
1585657 DOOD
WAT R U DOING
DOOD
STAHWP
1585669 HATS.
I've been bouncing around these.
This might be my favorite.
Not just because Applejack is best pony, but because I've been in similar places. I've got a backpack that I've owned since High School. It has traveled with me around the world. It is named "Fucking Stupid." It has holes in the bottom of it that require me to line it with grocery store bags or else things will fall out and water will get in. When the zipper on it busted a couple months ago, I cried as much as you would for a dead parent or lover.
I've fixed the zipper, but the holes are still there, because it is Fucking Stupid and it is my backpack. I sometimes think I'd die to protect it.
I'm pretty sure that everyone who reads this story will be able to connect to it on some level. We all have some treasured item that we will never let go off.
This was just beautiful.