I had seen that farmer before. Multiple times since I came to this horrendous town, but I don't plan to stay here long. She was walking barefoot down a hill with a basket of fruits. Who the hell walks barefoot under the sun and doesn’t flinch? I slowed my bugatti. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was the way the sun hit her face through the trees. She looks at me as I pulled up You need a ride? I asked. I came here to sell the land. Now… I’m not so sure.
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