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// 1383 
// Story: A Life Lived in Hundreds 
// by Botched Lobotomy 
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Twilight would like it, Smith thought. She enjoyed that sort of thing. Ma and Pa were on ahead, and Apple Rose was wittering beside her, and none of them had seen the nest inside the tree trunk. Of course, Twilight would say how interesting it was to see them in action, pronounce their name in Pony Latin, and supply some fascinatingly obscure fact she’d read somewhere in a book⁠—but everypony else walked on.
Apple Rose made some comment, and Smith gave her a smile, but inside the smile was for Twilight, warm like owl chicks cozy in a secret nest.