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It doesn't seem to impossible a task. Joenderson, a muscled Norwegian with
blonde hair even at sixy, even seems to be a hell
of a nice guy, loudly telling Felina that his spending five years in the
Marines helping build hospitals in Africa gave him an appreciation for
sentient life in all it's forms. There was only one thing really weird,
despite the farmer's complete lack of social tact.
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The humming coming from the locked silo.
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His wife was eight feet tall. Sure, it was biologically -possible-...but. Man.
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Far. far across the corn field was an exact replica of the main house.
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Josh Burbank-stink.
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The other townspeople who had agreed to help out did not say one word.
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The lack of color on the farm house.
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The farmer had both feet broken. Why had the Sheriff said just one?
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The farmer was walking around on -both- feet. Okay, this was creepy.
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Your odd feeling about things, though you couldn't actually figure it out.
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The bright pink curtains. Bleagh. Someone needs to watch A&E 'Fashion Disasters With John Stossel'.
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