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It had been two years since the fall of New Equestria. As far as any pony knew, Torchwood had fallen out of existence. Not a single soul spoke of the brave ponies who sacrificed themselves to save innocent lives that unforgettable day, and not a single pony knew that it had ever happened. The survivors had all been retconned, so that they lived in ignorance. Iris, Spade and Nightingale went into hiding for the most part. They still kept in contact, but only every so often. They would never forget about the things that had happened to them, but they would keep their lives with Torchwood a secret from the rest.
It was a beautiful day
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It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More