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shorts. I slide into a pair of black wedge sandals to complete the ensemble.
    I blow-dry my hair and run my fingers through the silky locks. I’ve always loved my hair because it’s so thick and long. I never had to dye it like the rest of the girls at school. I glance at the clock, and see that it’s only six in the evening. That gives me an hour to put on my makeup and get something to eat before grabbing a drink.
    I find a drive-thru and grab a salad. Driving back ‘home’ I flip through the stations to look for some actually decent songs but the only thing I seem to find are country stations. On the way in, I had found a good one that actually played decent music but I can’t find it for the life of me.
    I hate not being able to sing in the car, I get bored way too easily, plus, music helps me relax. I plug my phone into the USB located in the rental and scroll through my playlists. Glancing up at the road every few seconds, there’s not much around. Some deserted plazas, a farm or two and some family diners. I find my favorite playlist and skip through a few songs, when I glance up again, I notice that I missed my turn. Instead of turning around right away, I listen to my music and take in the sights of well, of nothing really.
    My phone falls from the passenger seat, onto the floor. I glance around to make sure there aren’t any cars and I reach down to feel around for my phone.

    Earlier that same day…

    I walk into the house and wipe the sweat off my brow. It’s hot as fuck outside, and it’s not even summer yet. The Tennessee heat can really get to you if you’re not careful.
    I’ve been working for three hours when my mom calls me into the house for breakfast. I’ve already milked the cows, fed the horses and cleaned the stable, yet I still have about ten more hours of work before I can call it a day.
    Sometimes I regret not going to college. Unlike my friends, I chose to stay and work on my parents’ farm. I wanted to experience life like they had but that wasn’t in the hand I was dealt. Nope, instead I got the ‘you’re fucked’ hand. My parents are older than most of my friends’ parents and the farm is their only means of income. So when it came time for graduation, I knew what I had to do. I’ve been working on the farm since I was ten and I loved every minute of it but now, it’s not nearly as fun.
    Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my parents, but being the only child, this feels more like an obligation than a choice. I had my fun in high school—and plenty of it—but now it’s time for me to be the good son that my parents raised and show them that I’m not the fuck up that I was in high school.
    Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh but I have to admit, when you live in my neck of the woods, there isn’t much to do. Naturally, doing things we probably shouldn’t have been doing happened often. Now, I work my ass off and hope I can make my parents proud.
    “Sit down Dean, and make sure you clear your plate.” My mom sets down a plate full of eggs, bacon and hash browns. Same shit, different day—things around here don’t change very often. I’ll never complain though because it makes my dad happy. But I secretly wonder if he ever gets sick of this meal too.
    I take a sip of my black coffee and look over the rim at my dad engrossed in an article in the newspaper. I look away when he catches my gaze.
    “Whatcha lookin’ at? Eat your breakfast, we have work to do.” He grunts.
    I don’t know if you can call the relationship I have with my parents a loving one. Don’t get me wrong, I know they love me and I love them. My mom is the nurturing type. It doesn’t matter who you are, she will take you under her wing and care for you. My dad on the other hand, let’s just say that the last time we had a ‘father and son bonding moment’ was when I was around eleven. Yep, that’s almost fifteen years ago.
    “Yes, sir,” I turn my attention to my