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// The childhood sandwich of every kid who lived in a 1st world country. 
// Story: Home is for the Weak 
// by Pickleless 
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	"Nopony, I'm hungry." Scootaloo complained.

"Here, have a PB&J sandwich." He offered.

"I don't want a PB&J sandwich."

Slowly, Nopony turned his head towards Scootaloo, lowered himself to her eye level, and leaned in close.

"Name me a fool who bit into a PB&J and didn't feel a warm glow on the inside." He whispered.

Scootaloo quietly took the sandwich.

She didn't know any fools.