The Farm

By Anon. My name is Megan and when I was 18, and frequently getting into trouble, my mother decided it best to send me to my uncle’s farm. My uncle was a stern man; He believed in hard work. I knew this and dreaded it. And hard work is exactly what I found. My aunt picked me up before I could even say goodbye to my friends. It was only for the summer, but your friends were your world for

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