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She gawked at her in utter disbelief. Words like thorns of a rosebush she fell in and appeared just as wrecked as her fabrics she now — slammed onto the floor.
❛ Thats not the POINT. All fabrics are like my children, Applejack. MY CHILDREN!!! ❜
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A look of concern flitted across the blonde's face. She frown and took one look at the fabric, wincing at the damage.
"That does seem might terrible, Rare. But don't you...uh...have like 4 more just like it?"
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She had tears of eyeliner and mascara steaming down her ivory cheeks, fingers clenching a bunch of fabrics.
❛ Look what OPAL DID! She tattered my vicuna silk fabric for our upcoming band photoshoot and now everything is RUINED! ❜
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❛ How do you not know the full spectrum of the colour theory. I mean come on people! There are colours and colours extend into shades , SHADES. Are my friends really this UNEDUCATED?! ❜
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She slid beside her, shaping her pointer and thumbs and connecting to form a square, holding it to an eye.
❛ Look at it here, darling. See how the light on one piece of fabric is just meeeerely visible on its left? That is because Indigo-Purple soaks more light! ❜
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She lifted a digit to the blonde’s lips, wiggling it.
❛ Darling, darling, nothing at all! No need to get your flannel in a twist. I’m a woman of variety and you.... prefer comfort! Nothing wrong with that. Now please if you don’t mind, you’re blocking the light — ❜
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She"s narrowing her eyes, patented Applejack frown already forming.
“ And just w h a t is that supposed to mean?? I think my outfit suits me just fine. I don't need no high falootin' fifty shades of the s a m e color. “
a palm rested against her forehead, shaking it to and fro.
❛ Oh goodness, oh goodness. . . you and Applejack. Same mind, also two completely disparate bodies. Sunset, darling. It’s about the saturation! The slope of light reflects differently! ❜
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