I live on a farm with my widowed brother and our great aunt Louise and the stable boy (whom i secretly adore). We are bound together by blood, friendship, loyalty, trust, companionship, liquor, and the ancient curse of the guatemalan princess Leah of Prom. When the princess came of age to marry, she ate an apple of poison. She fell into a sleep induced coma, where she dreamt of joining the army disguised as a chinese warrior. unfortunately in the dream she met Ursula the witch of the west. Now in this dream, she DIED!!!! and would never awake until the prince of persia returned in the rapture. this does not necessarily pertain to myself, but i have a wonderful imagination. I feed the cattle twice daily and thrice on holidays. i did not actually write this description of myself. stop. and then she said "JESSIE IS MY HERO!"
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