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Aim for the stars!

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"You're not a robot," the unicorn objected, her tone betraying anxiety.

"I don't need to be," the pale blue pegasus (almost the right sort of magical creature in shape, then, even if flesh and blood instead of circuitry and energy) said, tossing her multiple-streaked mane.

"And you need a rainbowy sort of dash forward," the unicorn said, her objections weakening.

"Got that naturally," said the pegasus, who was already half on the ground, doing stretches in preparation for her run.