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// 3. 
// Story: The Mystery of Applejack's Parents 
// by Musical_theatre_demon 
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That night, Pear Butter's mind raced with what she had said at the Pear Stand that afternoon. Tugging on her mane with one hoof and the other pulling just as vigorously on her heartstrings. How did she know for sure if apple products tasted like crap if she never even once tried something made from apples? How did she know if they were tasty or not if she always refused gifts from his truly? 

She looked at the knife that was just lying on her nightstand, never really knowing why exactly it was placed there. It seemed like it was always there from the start next to the picture of her and Grand Pear when she was just a foal. Was this real or was this just all a dream waiting for her to fail in the end? She wanted to find out, but did not at the same time. Regardless, she took the small knife, almost like a dagger in size and shape, and examined it. What if this meant she was foretold to kill her star-crossed lover, Bright Mac? She shook her head. She was going crazy.  Putting down the knife, she made her way to her bed, and shut her eyes, using the arguments as white noise to fall asleep to. 


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Pear Butter awoke with a start. She leaned over to her nightstand and grabbed the knife, clutching it in her hoof like a stuffy as she drifted off to sleep.