On Rarity's really expensive and unique crochet wool sweater and her relationship with her sister.
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So expensive
So expensive
So expensive
Well fuck,
I guess we’ll all be fucking nothing under this motherfucking
Red hot sun
Well I guess it’s a sweater for cats now but who really gives a fuck, right?
Yeah, not me, I’m cool
Whatever
I’m just hanging out here like
Whatever
You want to run a race
That’s cool
You want to throw some apples in the air
That’s cool
Everypony has a weird day now and then
Sometimes it’s hard to tell as it’s happening
You tell your sister that you wish she was dead
And she runs off to crush on Apple Jack instead
But hay, look at me, I’m not complaining
The weather’s great for November, the sun is shining
I’m out with my sister in the orchard
Moving unwashed eggs with our noses together
But still
But still
That sweater was really cool
If I do say myself
I really looked nice in it
But still
But still
But still
That sweater was nice as hell
If I do say myself
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