The farmer scowled, casting his eyes around that morning as he exited the house. Another damn crop circle.
Grudgingly he climbed up the hill to see what it looked like. His eyes narrowed as he read the note that stretched across a couple of his wheath-fields.
Grudgingly he climbed up the hill to see what it looked like. His eyes narrowed as he read the note that stretched across a couple of his wheath-fields.
“Mum’s cheating on you.”
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