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// September 13, 2032 
// Story: Little Bother 
// by GreySlate 
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	They came. Our foals finally came. I had a filly, he a colt. We named them after water. Mine is Crystal Heart and his is Clear Stream. We kept our foals warm and safe while our hard workers rested. We never left their sides, cradling the babies in one hoof and holding their soft hooves in with the other. We knew our lives would be better with our little miracles in our world, brightening ever single dark corner. We looked at each other and silently went, “You did good, bro.”