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The queen of the sparkleponies worked on her scrapbook as her fairy assistants fluttered, glistening under the glass of the sacred moon chamber. She examined the pages, containing hundreds of images of sparkleponies, each one more darling and dimpled than the next. She took her time, affixing new pictures in the tome, as she recited their names in loving memory. Beauty was the currency of the sparkleponies, and each of these lovelies represented wealth nearly as great as the Queen’s. She smiled admiringly at them all, noting that the glittering glue made from their boiled hooves formed the ideal adhesive.