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// 1391 
// Story: A Life Lived in Hundreds 
// by Botched Lobotomy 
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‘You’re sure it’s not too much to ask,’ Smith said. ‘We can always go find an inn, or something.’ She turned to Twilight, who shook her head. Oops.
‘No, no, of course not!’ Apple Rose waved the idea away. ‘It’s just, I only have one room spare! So I’m afraid you’ll have to share.’
As it happened, the other reason Apple Rose was so jumpy woke them in the middle of the night with crying.
‘You can’t⁠—you mustn’t tell⁠—he’s just a neighbour’s foal...’ Apple Rose, unmarried, looked utterly defeated.
New life, Bright Mac: Twilight examined him with something approaching awe.