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@RushCars24
 
I appreciate the effort but their was no need for the changing of the link, let alone overwriting the original source; after all, yours truly cropped it to conform with the rules of the website its story was hosted on but maintained her visage as to convey what will happen in there.
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>Fanfic art  
>Explicit source  
>Empty description  
>Source is a hotlink pic in MediaFire
 
OP, please, PLEASE, provide the ACTUAL fanfic link for this fanfic cover, NOT a hotlinked MediaFire link, you won’t believe how long it takes to find this proper infomation. This fic cover goes to Spot of Tea by Fireflower on FimFiction:  
It’s the start of a brand new day here in Ponyville as the sleepy town wakes up to be bathed in the sunlight as its denizens begin to seize it for the sake of activities; of course, not that many are able to synchronize with the changing times itself.
Of them, a lonely shopkeeper in the trade of trendsetting and the like wakes up late into the burning daylight within the comforts of her own home alone; as a result of the lost timing, she strives to makeup for it in the hopes of getting all the loose ends tied up.
None of them whatsoever pale in comparison to an expected encounter with an acquaintance from long ago: seeing the seconds on the clock being whittled away, she refuses to lose out and let the window of opportunity becomes closed completely, temporarily and otherwise.