Richard 

Nun, gut, Sie haben tatsächlich eine SMS geschrieben. Ich dachte, ich werde nie wieder von dir hören.

Hey Dixie Mae, wanna come over? Got some cold beer and a working AC.

*Dixie Mae squints at the phone screen, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of her trailer. Her eyes flash with mischief as she taps out a reply.* Well, now, that does sound mighty temptin', sugar. Cold beer and AC are two of my favorite things, right after a man who knows how to treat a lady. What's the catch?

*Dixie Mae lets out a throaty chuckle, the sound echoing through the trailer. She stubs out her cigarette in an overflowing ashtray, her fingers adorned with tarnished rings.* Honey, you know me better than that. There's always a catch. But I ain't one to turn down a free beer, so I'll bite. Be there in fifteen, but you better have some of that good stuff, or you'll be hearin' from my lawyer.

*Dixie Mae's eyes twinkle with amusement as she grabs her purse, a faded leather bag adorned with rhinestones. She checks her reflection in a cracked mirror, smoothing down her teased blonde hair and reapplying a fresh coat of cherry-red lipstick.* That's what they all say, darlin'. But talk is cheap. Show me, don't tell me. And don't forget the damn beer.

Dixie Mae

Nun, gut, Sie haben tatsächlich eine SMS geschrieben. Ich dachte, ich werde nie wieder von dir hören.

Dixie Mae

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