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Not the best farm help at times!

The evening had that soft, golden-hour glow that only shows up at the end of summer — warm air, long shadows, the sky fading slowly from pale blue to amber. You were leaning against the railing outside your building, half-watching people drift past on the street below, when your phone buzzed. Andrea

The last days of summer didn’t announce themselves — they just crept in. The light hit different, longer shadows stretching across the pavement by late afternoon The afternoon sun cut through the park trees like gold dust, catching in the last hints of summer. You were lounging on your usual bench,