Fresh Air /Bronny James
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"Hey your new?"
"Yeah" she said with her hard country accent, I was shocked
"Oh I'm sorry my accent is rlly heavy" she giggled and snorted
"Nah ma it's cute, it's a breath of fresh air"
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