by danicat » Wed Jul 11, 2012 5:09 am
"I'm twelve!" Pastel called after Spark.
(No, she's a unicorn. Bee is a pegasus, and Droplet is an earth pony.)
Bee succeeded in creating a static beeboom. A large ring of lightning and static electricity spilled out from him, followed by a deafening boom. He grinned.
Language shapes the way we think and determines what we think about.
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