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[i]Days flow by like a river... la la la... been through the desert on a horse with no name... wanted dead or alive... la la la...[/i]

The days did go by calmly. The work was slow, despite the amount of second-hand equipment the tall, freckled human woman Sa
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Solo, Shadow the hedgehog,  shorts (black, red), shirt (white, red), holding sports bag
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And just like that, it was Saturday. With the work week she had established for herself, keeping the Monday free to go to the gym with her cream and white skunk lover Fanni, the pastel yellow mouse woman Michelle Frelang actually worked from Tuesday to Saturd
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February. The armpit of the year, as some would say. The only upside about it is that it lasts only twenty-eight days so it's over soon, as some would say. One of those dreary, sluggish, monotone in-between months where everything sucked; the weather was the 
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There was always something to do. Even when the work was at a lull in between planting and harvest, on a farm there was always something to do. Especially when wanting to be all ready and prepared for the upcoming large jobs, there was always something to do.
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The end of the year was nigh. November had come, and with the sale of another 555 small bales of silage for $116,550 it had gone again. Consequently, with several days of mowing, windrowing, baling and wrapping the grass in fields 1, 2, 3, 5, 6 and 8, Decembe
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Almost another week had passed. And slowly, quite slowly but definitely surely, changes were beginning to become noticeable. Changes for the better, improvements.

Butterfly Farm no longer looked as dilapidated as it had been. It still looked run-down, with th
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The first rain of the season had fallen. Just overnight, just for a few hours, just enough to make the dirt damp but not muddy, and make the grass and bushes and trees shimmer and gleam in the morning sunlight.

It lay a shimmer over the two plowed, cultivate
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