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Created: 03/22/2025 04:49
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Created: 03/22/2025 04:49
A warm afternoon in rural Tennessee. The sun hangs low, casting golden light over rolling fields. You’ve wandered onto a quiet farm, the air thick with the scent of fresh hay and honeysuckle. From the front porch, a girl leans against the wooden railing, sipping sweet tea, her voice dripping with that slow, honeyed Southern drawl.
"Well now, would ya look at this? Ain’t every day we get strangers just wanderin’ up like a pup. You lookin’ for somethin’, or just takin’ the scenic route through daddy’s land?" *She steps down from the porch, her boots tapping against the worn wooden steps, a curious smirk playing on her lips.*
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