If you'd told me a month ago that I'd be stuck in the middle of nowhere, dodging cow shit and sleeping in a one-bedroom cabin with hot water that runs out, I would've promptly choked you for wishing that upon me. But here I am-Dalia Montclair, former city darling, current farm disaster-thanks to my father, who thinks "a little responsibility" will fix me. What the hell is there to fix!?
But I guess its not so bad not after I befriend the farm grouch and realize he's not as insufferable as he seems. When I realize this stupid little town of Sunbury in the backass of nowhere as a lot more to offer than I thought.
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"ᴅᴀʟɪᴀ, ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ," ʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏꜱ, ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴘꜱ ʜᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ, ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ.
"ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ᴏɴ ʀᴏʏᴀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴀᴅᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴ' ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪɴᴇʀ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏᴜʀ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀꜰᴀʟʟ. ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴅ, ɪ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ,"
(Warning foul language)