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Y’ know Sofia? I can’t live like this.
*sighs*
When I see those people they call outlaws; they seem so free. They move and talk in a way I ain’t seen nothing like before.
Look at us, cooped up in this little town… we’re cattle.
Ever since they came around, I’ve started to hate it here.
Ol’ Sammers is how we’ll end up if we keep tending these God-forsaken fields.