So I had just finished hauling back mom and dad's tree (by myself) and I heard some yelling across the meadow. To my suprise, I looked over and Grant was carrying an exhausted Brandon on his back while dragging a tree behind him. I asked him if he needed any help and Grant said, "You're more worthless than my dad." No wonder he never comes to visit me.
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Wasn't I the one carrying two trees, mine and yours, across the meadow? If my memory serves me correctly, I was waiting for your exhausted crack.
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