Misty,
*smiles sweetly in return* As corn is mine.
Iowa~
*smile drops and is replaced with icy glare * You should see the light little sister… come, come with me to the wheat side.

Misty,
*smiles sweetly in return* As corn is mine.
Iowa~
*smile drops and is replaced with icy glare * You should see the light little sister… come, come with me to the wheat side.
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