Clown Mare 6-3
Wonder if the best time to do it is before the gala." "it's not wise to do such a thing as moonshine." as a glitter skater. "why? i need something fun to do. life is boring and not interesting."
Clown Mare 6-2
I was hoping you would come with me to the gala for one last time before your death starts in the next two weeks." she nodded her head up and down while her eyes were shut. "it can't be helped by the doctor. there is no such thing as a cure is there?"
Clown Mare 4-3
He then spoke again with a more serious voice this time, "dear rane, would you like to go to the grand galloping gala with me?"
Clown Mare 8
"so, the newspaper had told me that there will be slaves at the grand galloping gala." dreamer used her left hoof and took that sip of the cup of yellow hot liquid.
Clown Mare 2-3
The grand galloping gala is only a few weeks away. it will be my first time. i'm excited to be there with the family." * * * rane twirled around three times to the right while the prince used his left hoof and stepped back with his back-left hoof.
Clown Mare 5
All your friends will be coming to the grand galloping gala." he then put his hooves down slowly and opened both of his eyes, stood up from his bed, walked over to his window, used both hooves, and opened the window curtains.
Clown Mare 1-3
One day, i will ask her out to dance with me at the grand galloping gala."
Collars - Chapter 2 - Gala / Realign
**chapter 2** **gala / realign** “for as long as i can remember, we have been living in tumultuous times.
Cosmo's Gala
. ### cosmo's gala ever since i was young, i never liked being me. but saying that doesn't seem to cover it. i'm sure those of like mind will get it immediately while those who don't, never will.
Clown Mare 10-3
I turned my head to the right looking at the newcomers that made it to the gala. there i quickly turned my head back to aquara darkmore with some sweet apple juice non-alcoholic. we chat about the slave markets.
Identity: Chapter Thirty-Nine
"you should have seen the haul i made at the mayor's gala. a couple wallets, a gold watch, a fancy cigarette lighter...." "you're a pickpocket too?" ned groaned. "ok, i give up." "let's discuss your case" garrett suggested.
The First of Many...
._ _it was the winter solstice gala; this year held at our own, wolfhardt estate. your mother had lined the grand staircase we'd once had with a brilliant display to welcome the near year.