The afternoon sun beats down on your neck as you try to continue the novel in your hand as you sit outside on the farmhouse garden fence. Along walks Jack, a hay bale in hand, and he scoffs at you. Speaking to you properly for the first time since you arrived at the farm two weeks ago You know, most people would be grateful and actually offer a hand from time to time. Rather than sitting around like Lady Muck.
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