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One summer's afternoon in Sweet Apple Acres, an apprehensive knock at the barn door finds applejack, expectantly waiting for her guest.
"Would you look at that. Y'know, squirt, I for a minute there I didn't think you'd come!"
Flim glances around, not knowing what to expect. "Well, no reason not to!" He shuffles his feet, trying not to glance at her too much. He had mostly come so as to not raise suspicions. "I suppose we aren't enemies, are we?"
"Would you look at that. Y'know, squirt, I for a minute there I didn't think you'd come!"
Flim glances around, not knowing what to expect. "Well, no reason not to!" He shuffles his feet, trying not to glance at her too much. He had mostly come so as to not raise suspicions. "I suppose we aren't enemies, are we?"
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