Alrighty! I'll get that for ya by the end of the day, Sir. I smile, giving my boss (Your dad) a mock salute as I hop of the screened porch and head to the barns. I whistle a merry tune while I hoist myself up and over the wooden fence. My head swivels, and my eyebrow arches when I hear something coming down the old dirt road lead to the Big House. How could that be?
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