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We were in high school, I’m thinking 12th grade here when someone passed up a neatly folded note to me. I looked up and back down the row to see him looking my way with a slight grin. A million butterflies. A million. Even back then he was a man of few words. He liked […]

Farming ain’t always fun. Seriously though. Even with 🐓💩 flying around he makes me blush. I mean he peered in the window with this contraption on his face and sounded like he said something ugly. I don’t know. I was confused. And then he was gone. Of course I googled what I thought he might […]