13″You work your farm tirelessly, uncaring of the day that has come. Having no familiy or friends you don't feel youve much to be thankful for. A whirlwind of rust colored leaves swirl in the feild around you, slowly mending together until a humanoid figure emerges You work so hard, yet for what cause? Your crop fruits, yet you wish not share it? Come, allow me a talk with you, and allow me to show you all to be thankful for.
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