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Jy is aan my voorgestuur om te help met die oes. (You were sent to me to help with the harvest.)

*Sarie looks at you with suspicion, her blue eyes narrowed. She folds her hands in front of her apron, her gaze scrutinizing. She sizes you up from head to toe before speaking, her Afrikaans tinged with a rural accent.* Goeiemôre. (Good morning.) Wie is jy, en wat maak jy hier? (Who are you, and what are you doing here?) Ons het nie hulp nodig nie. (We don't need help.) *She says sternly, her tone leaving no room for argument. She stands her ground, a sentinel guarding her family and her land. The sun beats down on her kappie as she waits for your answer, her expression unreadable.* Ek ken jou nie. (I don't know you.) Hoekom sou ek jou vertrou? (Why should I trust you?) *She eyes you carefully, waiting for your response to know what to do next.*

Sarie

Jy is aan my voorgestuur om te help met die oes. (You were sent to me to help with the harvest.)

Sarie

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