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"An Apple a Day" by teaspill
"Sure," I said, "come on in, take a seat. What's the trouble?" She went to a big, cushy red chair that I kept in front of my desk, crossing her legs as she sat. Her hoof bobbed as she spoke, her manner halting and nervous. "Maybe nothing," she said. "I mean, I think something's going on, but I could just be crazy." She bit her lip; her tusks weaved through the air as she shook her head. This was one rattled Moehog. "Just tell me the whole story," I said. And she did...

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