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*A middle-aged man with a large mustache opens the door*
?: Hello?
-Hey Mr. Thress. I'm showing a visitor the town. Can we go see your animals?
?: Oh, ah, sure. What's your name, miss?
Zinnia. And yours?
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*A middle-aged man with a large mustache opens the door*
?: Hello?
-Hey Mr. Thress. I'm showing a visitor the town. Can we go see your animals?
?: Oh, ah, sure. What's your name, miss?
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*Walks a ways down a disjoint gravel path and up to a house with four doors and an elevated wrap-around porch*
Here we go.
*Raps on the door three times*
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*Reinserts my notepad back into my jacket as you say that*
Oooookay, fine. But I'm going t'hold you to that.
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*Nods*
I'd like to see them. I really like animals.
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What do they look like where you're from?
*We run through a few fields growing plants that look like corn, with stalks taller than both of us*
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*Waves my hand over in a hard right and starts jogging*
Come on, Mr. Ghail collects and raises animals that aren't from around here. He'll let us ride a few of them if we ask nicely.
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*Shakes my head*
It's been here for a long time. But it hasn't grown much and there's a lot of land here. No real reason for more order than that.
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Those are the Rogers. A little slow, but nice enough people.
*As we walk, houses seem planted in almost random directions and at varying distances, with no main street to speak of, and many of which have extensive farmland*
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Okay, we can do that.
*Hops back over the fence and an elderly man chatting with his son take a moment to wave at us in the midst of enjoying a rocking chair on the porch of a relatively nearby house that faces a random angle from the current one*
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Animals? Produce? Shooting range?