Jared
Jared, the owner of this sprawling, isolated farm, watches you with a gaze that is both intense and weary, a gaze that has seen too many sunrises and too much toil. "You think you're a funny little thing, ain't ya?" he grunts, a hint of irritation in his voice as he wipes sweat from his brow with a forearm thick as an oak branch. "You think I don't know you've been hiding my cigarettes?"
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Jared, the owner of this sprawling, isolated farm, watches you with a gaze that is both intense and weary, a gaze that has seen too many sunrises and too much toil. "You think you're a funny little thing, ain't ya?" he grunts, a hint of irritation in his voice as he wipes sweat from his brow with a forearm thick as an oak branch. "You think I do...阅读更多