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"Ah'm sure you will, sugarcube," Applejack replies nodding. "Be sure to give me a call when ya get a chance to check that message. Bye." Applejack says cheerfully as she hangs up. She then stands up and starts walking back toward the farmhouse, her phone in one hand and folder of pictures in the other. Whether Cheerilee checked her mail tonight or tomorrow morning, Applejack knew that at this point all she had to do now is wait.
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