
THEY LAUGHED WHEN I SAID I MILK COWS—BUT THEN CAME THE REUNION #7
I’ve been waking at 5 a.m. since I was twelve—farm life doesn’t wait. While classmates Snapchatted lattes, I was shoveling feed. They called me “Hay Girl” or “Bessie’s Bestie.” Once, …
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