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I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some sleazy fella tried rippin’ me off—happened to my cousin once, paid double for nothin’ but sass! “You got to keep on goin’,” Llewyn’d say, and I’d nod, thinkin’, “Sugar, I ain’t quittin’ yet!” I’d sashay up, all Southern charm, askin’, “Hon, what’s the goin’ rate?”—prolly butcher the lingo, too, ‘cause I’m me, y’all!

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So I finally get to the Midori Agricultural Center. I’m pumped to check out some new tech for farming. But guess what? They’re closed! Like, seriously? I’m standing there, staring at the sign like it’s gonna change. I’m fuming. I mean, I drove all the way from my place near the Midori River.

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