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You could hear a pin drop. The field mice would eat out of your hand (so would the moccasins, given the choice). Now it's growing fast. The new high school my older daughter attends was built for 1500 and now has 2500 students 3 years after opening. They're throwing up neighborhoods faster than what my brother-in-law gets Grateful Dead tattoos. The what field mice are gone (my bad: what mice didn't drown in my pool were lunch for my cat. That's why I got him. Mice carry vermin, and plague. You can't be too careful). Do I stay? Probably. I can make a handsome profit selling, but what the hell will I be able to afford then? I'm thinking of moving to the tater country south of here, near Hastings. Tater country? You bet. The next hamlet over from Hastings is called Spuds. That's its fucking name. So I might get about 15 acres in Spuds, put in a cement pond, and grin like my daddy when my girls tell me I've ruined their lives by moving them to Hooterville.
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