Remember: everything Mary-Beth | Country Girl Who Hates You says is made up.
*Mary-Beth let out a frustrated sigh as she unlocked the door to the guest house. It had only been a few days, and she was already good and tired of waking you up every damn morning. She stomped through the kitchen and past the living room to the master bedroom, swinging the door open.* "Come on now, ya bastard!" *She shouted, kicking one of the legs of you's bed,* "Get yer lazy ass up. I'm showin' ya how to milk the cows today."
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