Morning horses out there on greening fields. The guy at the Honey Farms sells me on a Power Ball quick-pick. 450 Million, he tells me. You'd get a nice chunk of that too, I reply. You could fix this place up or leave it all behind. Leave it all behind, he laughs. Later, a cow is scratching her face on a fence post just a few feet away from where a young man lost his life crashing his car into a tree while running from the police. My son decided to join the stage crew and my daughter released a new song that I need to listen to right now.
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