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"Just don't feel too crushed when they reject you," Ley said, quickly slipping on a ring around her hoof and a blue choker, "After all, thirty five point seven two doesn't bode well for you."
She smirked a little at that, before heading out the door and down the hall. Eventually she reached the bar, letting out an appreciative noise at the large selection of alcohol and, more importantly, mares.