I remember dreaming about what my grown up life would be like. The perfect man, the perfect kids, the perfect job, the perfect house in the perfect location. For some reason I don't remember this scene being part of it.
But I'm sure every woman must at some point dream about her husband and his father dragging pitchforks of fire through the wheat field that is the "yard", while the children stand at the front window watching them and shouting at the top of their lungs, "You gonna burn, daddy? You burnin', daddy? Are you gonna catch on fire??"
But I'm sure every woman must at some point dream about her husband and his father dragging pitchforks of fire through the wheat field that is the "yard", while the children stand at the front window watching them and shouting at the top of their lungs, "You gonna burn, daddy? You burnin', daddy? Are you gonna catch on fire??"
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