The Farmer's Tease
I was hip deep in muck and misery, shoveling the barn, when I heard Lynette's truck.
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I was hip deep in muck and misery, shoveling the barn, when I heard Lynette's truck.
Daniel drove the whole way with his jaw set like a man chewing on a grudge, which, to be fair, he was.
Jake here.
*This story came from wanting to write something blunt about wanting and the way desire can crack open a life that's gone quiet.
*This one's for everyone who ever wondered what would've happened if you'd said yes to that late-night invitation.