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“For some reason I forgot where I

told you I would meet you, and I have

been waiting at the pasture. It finally

dawned on me that I had told you to

meet me here. It is my fault, and I

want you to count this hour in your

wages.” I told her there was no need

for that, but she insisted.

We visited briefly, and then she

wanted to see how good I was at

loading hay. She backed her pickup

to the stack, and I loaded a good, tight

load. She had me climb into the cab

with her, and we drove to the horse

barn.

She backed up between some

corrals and showed me where to stack

the hay. When I finished, she

produced a tarp from behind the seat

of her pickup, and I strapped it over

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