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FRIENDSHIP IS MOODY

FRIENDSHIP IS MOODY

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Feb 20, 2015
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When Shining Armour tells Princess Cadence that he doesn't like her anymore Cadence gets upset really Easily. Princess Cadence's anger goes out of three little fillies. Scootaloo, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle are All put under Cadence's curse. Never the cmc never smile laugh or even help with chores. The three big Sisters know something is wrong with the cmc. And with that they race to Zecora's to get some help but can They do it before Cadence turns the whole of equestia into moody ponies just to get her revenge on the colt She once loved...
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