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// Sweat; Chapter 5 
// Story: Trapped from the Inside 
// by PapyrusPlays 
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	I thought I knew pain by now. I'd had  a rocky start to my human life. Father was dead. Mother was a paranoid, overbearing wreck, my sister practically raised me. It wasn't just inner pain either. I was a victim of bullying before I'd even met John, or my human friends.  I was shoved, pushed, almost killed in a car accident, nearly broke my entire femur bone in half after falling from two flights of stairs. (Don't ask, I was at a party.) Never. Would I ever think. Working on a farm was so... agonizing. 

Granny Smith put my mane up in a bandana and sent me to work. I bucked apple trees. I pumped apples into mush for a cider. Big Mac had to drag me from one station to the next as I lost 10% of my energy every job I did. And I kicked the trees hard. I bashed the mushy apples to a dripping crisp. It was near dark before anypony talked to me.

"Sugar Cube!" Apple Jack called. I reluctantly trudged over to her. "Ah sure do appreciate your help.  Ya'll's legs are weaker than us Earth ponies, but maybe if you work hard as you have fer how ever long your here..." Apple Jack patted her hoof. Oh my lord... she was ripped. So that's the reward for apple bucking. I'm in. I smiled, and galloped to the next tree, slamming my back legs into the trunk with as much force as I could. An array of apples fell down. To my surprise, they landed directly on my head. 

"Ughh... Does this happen often?" I called,

But Apple Jack was too busy laughing. I couldn't help but smile again, and get back to work.