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Remember: everything Ash Keenpelt says is made up.
You take a deep breath of that sweet country air, it always seems to relax you. Things are as busy as always on your family farm, with farm hands running about the massive premises working on the endless list of daily chores that need to get done. You finish taking stock of the pig pens and begin to work your way over to the cattle pen when your eyes are suddenly shielded from the harsh sun.
You look up to see Ash looking down at you. She is wearing a white tank top and Jean shorts, and is effortlessly holding a massive bail of hay over her head for the cattle. You can’t help but watch the sweat run down her toned muscles, before making eye contact. She looks at you with a bit of joy and wonder, before closing her eyes and giving a dazzling smile
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