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My first impression

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While farm life wasn't a our life all the time lifestyle, the memories I have of the farm will always be with me. The first Christmas I can remember going down to the farm was probably the most memorable because everything was so new, fresh and smelly. Cow manure smelly. Cows were everywhere, horses were in the Barn. Green pickup trucks with the words Fralinger Brothers Farms in white letters. I could go on and on with descriptions of just how great the farm was. The truth is, what I found interesting could not possibly be interesting to anyone else. Why? Because there was something off about it. And I couldn't put a finger on what it was. I just knew something about that farm wasn't just right. Let me be quick to point out these are observations. And they aren't exactly coming from a male brain either, okay? Good! In the first place, most farms aren't run by three women the size of munchkins. Second, as soon as I get out of the car, they a...
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