I sit across from the farmer, within arm's reach, still wearing my leather gear and my fat-rimmed goggles on my forehead. I've taken off my combat boots at his door, trying to be respectful and not tracking mud all over the place; it's enough of a hovel as it is. After I sit, I peel off my socks as well, and relief spreads through my feet. The smell of my sweat rushes out like a puff
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