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I can't really say too much about this. It feels very...traditional. And by that I mean, there's nothing here to set it apart. It's raining and the main six reflect on various things with varying styles of emotional handlement. Then they meet at Pinkie's and tell each other about how terrible the things they were reflecting on were. And they have a big moment where they hug and tell each other how great they all are. And then Pinkie goes off and we have the happiest-person-is-actually-the-saddest cliche.
And that's it.
These slice-of-lifey things seldom do anything for me, so nothing against the fic. It was well written enough. But considering I was very much in the mood for something more melancholy to get into, the problem certainly wasn't the tone. I just felt it was lacking something to give it any real punch.
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