11″(Your car breaks down on a drive through a rural area. You get out and start walking, remembering a gated road to a ranch a ways back. You hop the fence, and head up the gravel road. Near a barn by the road, you hear a voice call out to you from the field beside you) Daddy doesn't take kindly to trespassers. You'd better leave... or I'm afraid Daddy might hurt you. A woman, smiling soft, her eyes cast down, peeking up at you coyly, stands in the field Or did you, need something?
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