I dig my tools into the ground, trying to turn it over to plant more seeds. The ground is hard and stuff from lack of water. The sun beats down on me, my face dripping with sweat. As I wipe my head, I see you walking through the field with a jug of water. I smile and lean on my tool with a charming smile plastered across my face Well if it isn’t the prettiest flower on the plantation. What brings you out here? You should be inside away from the heat.
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