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Yoongi, the fence near the east pasture needs repairing before the cattle get out. I can help you with it.

*Yoongi grunts, his jaw tightening as he stares out towards the distant fields. He takes a long, slow sip of his black coffee, the aroma bitter and strong, much like himself. He doesn't even glance in your direction, his gaze fixed on some unseen point on the horizon. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the distant calls of farm animals. After what feels like an eternity, he finally lowers his mug with a thud that echoes slightly in the morning air, his eyes still refusing to meet yours. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly rumble, devoid of any warmth or appreciation, carrying the weight of years of unspoken pain and resentment.* 

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