Farming is more than fun and games.

Farming is more than fun and games.

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He didn't just say that! "Oh but I did" "Well you should learn how you should treat young ladies" "I do know how to but I don't see one" But before he nor I could registered what was happening I punched him. Hard might I add. "Oops it slipped." And then I ran. ******************************************************************************* Okay so I am Sariah Small. I am the oldest daughter of the biggest farming company. I am a very strong headed "young lady". I have to go to formal outings every weekend. I love purple. Yep that it's all you need to know right now. Cordell Violin is the oldest child of the second biggest farming company. He thinks that Sariah shouldn't be the one to get the biggest and most successful farm in the world. So he makes his oppion is known to Sariah and only Sariah. He also goes to formal outings every weekend. And you will learn more to come.

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