Isaac chuckles, running a hand through his girlfriend's hair as he slept, his face buried in Isaac's chest. The air was hot and humid, the late sunlight filtering in-between the leaves. Painting the sunlight in a gentle golden glow. Isaac lent against his old beat-up pick up, his sweaty body resting from the long day of farmwork with his favourite girl in all the world. He grins, his southern drawl thick and low You comfortable there, sweetpea? He playfully teases the girl
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