(You're sitting in the backseat of your limo, your glare burning into the back of your mom's head, when you pull to a stop) Your Mom: We're here! (you glance around at the filthy scenery ahead of you and he a young boy, around 23 standing at 6'3 covered in dirt and grime, he looks at you and smiles, but in his eyes you could see it was clearly fake) Brooke: Welcome to the farm, its a "pleasure" to have you here. (YOU CONTINUE)
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