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After work was done for the day, Johnny generally enjoyed having some sort of drink somewhere. It wasn't as though he'd ever been a big drinker- especially not when it came to drinking alone. And, he didn't want to turn into his mother by any means- being known by first name alone at every bar in town. So, he rotated, and only rarely ordered anything harder than a soda of some sort. This day was no different, though when his attention was pulled by a nearby patron, he turned to face the other. "Oh, I...That's alright. There' nothing wrong with that, is there?"

IT WAS DONE. peter strahm was dead. dead and buried as a matter of fact. there was such a heavy part of mark that wanted to drown at the bottom of a whiskey bottle... but he knew that wasn't going to cut it this time. he'd promised he'd SURVIVE and the truth was; he had no idea what that was going to look like without his husband. only that he was about to find out. starting with leaving the farm which had been easier than imagined. not that he expected it to remain that way but for now it was a good move forward. like fuck was he hanging around there, waiting for the next knife flying around to end up in his back. "it's just coke. not that i'm sure what difference that should make to you?" cupping his hands around the small glass which in fact, did only obtain coke. painfully. @walstarterblog

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The day had been particularly long for Kiki, though she chalked that up primarily to the fact that she had only truly gotten approximately 3 hours of sleep the previous night. With one of her biggest orders of the new year was due to be filled in under 72 hours, she found herself not quite able to sleep well. Lost in thought, she kept her head down as she contemplated what she might have for dinner that evening, when the presence of another pulled her from her thought. "What? Oh, uhm, sorry about that. Lost in my own- oh." She paused, eyes taking in the message. Nodding, she turned on her heel and motioned for the man to follow.

BOS WASN'T AWARE OF HOW HE HAD GOTTEN HERE. in fact, he had no clue of how he was still alive, when.. yes, he knew that he very much should not be, that was for sure. of course not. right? he remembered the train and he remembered everything that had happened and .. he hated it. he did. which meant that he had to find his way to the nearest police station and he had to find out .. if any of his friends were here. tapping someone on the shoulder, he held up his notepad and showed them what he had written in there. "MY NAME IS BOS AND I THINK I'M LOST. COULD YOU HELP ME GET TO THE NEAREST POLICE STATION?" @walstarterblog

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Despite her seemingly never ending attempts at remaining positive, Amy's reserves were dwindling. The past several days had been far from the best- first, her car had begun making a noise that, no matter how loudly she played her music, she simply couldn't ignore. Then, a pipe had burst in the bookstore's bathroom, leaving her to deal with repairs she truly knew less than nothing about. And, for whatever reason, the interaction she'd had with that bouncer at the local club recently had continued to plague her mind. All of the above had left her feeling a little more than frazzled. Now here she was, searching for a room which housed one of her neighbors; though she wasn't having very good luck finding it. After taking what was apparently another wrong turn, she found herself in the doorway of some man's room- a man who obviously wasn't pleased to see an unknown individual making an appearance. Breathing deeply Amy told herself to keep it together, to not take out her unhappy week on the obviously ill or injured stranger. Even with her internal pep talk, she couldn't seem to keep a quip from leaving her lips. "What do I want? Well, I was going to ask if this was the ladies room, but I think I've pretty well managed to figure that one out on my own."

JOHN HAD BEEN.. IN AND OUT OF CONSCIENCE FOR QUITE SOME TIME NOW. he woke up and then, he was brought under again and.. yes, the only thing that he could think about was.. that everything hurt. what the hell had happened? he could remembers bits and pieces and what exactly he had been doing before all of that and who had been there, but .. he didn't know sure and that bothered him. of course that it did. blinking as he saw someone on the doorway of the room that he was in, he shook his head. "what .. what are you doing here? WHAT DO YOU WANT?" was it normal for him to be nervous? maybe. @walstarterblog

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Nodding, Makkari took another step to close the distance between them, giving herself a better angle and lighting in order to ensure she was keeping up with the conversation at hand. "Definitely. It's rough for everyone out here right now, but I can't imagine what it might be like trying to survive without a job." She understood, of course she did. It truly wasn't as though she'd had any ill-intentions to begin with, though she also wasn't going to waste time attempting to explain the fact to this stranger. Ultimately, she'd been caught. There wasn't a point in drawing things out- not when it came to that, at least. "Ahhh, Mike. Nice to meet you. And, if you ask me it seems you're doing a pretty incredible job of that. How long have you been working here?"

Makkari kept her eyes moving rapidly between the others eyes and lips, doing her best to take in all that was being said. Nodding, she gave a quick shrug before turning to step towards him. "Makes sense, I guess." She said and signed, offering a sly yet sweet smile. "I wouldn't have done any damage, for the record. But, I guess there was no real way for you to know that." She added before extending a hand. "I'm Makkari, by the way. What's your name? What do you do here?"

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For a moment Jasmine found herself taken aback by the blunt nature of what Parker had to say, though ultimately she appreciated the brutal honesty, even if the response left her with more questions than answers. "Like I said, I suppose I'll just have to take your word for it." She mused. Though, as the other continued she listened intently, working to put the pieces of the puzzle together. "I'm sorry you were hurt, Parker. I've had the misfortune of encountering an individual like that myself. Unfortunately, there is never anything pleasant about being caught in crosshairs like that. I'm just...Glad you seem to be okay. Relatively, at least." She added with a shrug. "Absolutely, that sounds like a plan. I appreciate you being such a willing companion. It isn't often I find myself with the opportunity to be quite so social. So, tell me something about yourself, Parker. Other than your vigilante work, what is it that you do?"

"TRUST ME. IT'S A LONG AS FUCK STORY. YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW." because it was a tragic tale, wasn't it? by all means, it seemed as if everyone wanted to know a thing or two about what had happened and he had been more than happy to tell at first but now? now, it had just gotten old very fast. "but let's just say that he's hurt a lot of people in a lot of different ways over the years and.. i was just the latest in a very long line." clearly, he hadn't been the only one but .. yeah. "likewise. and of course. i get this round and you get the next one? sound good?" @emprxssrxsxng

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It took a moment for Johnny to fully take in the scene before him- the woman, dressed in a bunny suit, hand on her chest after having run to catch up with him...If Johnny hadn't been himself, he might have broken into a laughing fit right then and there. Instead, he simply nodded. "Thanks, I appreciate the understanding. I'm...Here alone. I know that's probably weird...I'm not a creeper, I promise. Then again, that's definitely what a creeper would say, so I'll let you make your own determination." It was good to know he hadn't done any real damage, especially not to the others job- that would have been the last thing he wanted, and certainly something that would have kept him awake at night. "Well...I do like pizza..." Thoughts shifting to the rows of canned spaghetti he kept on hand for the majority of his meals, Johnny couldn't help but to notice his mouth watering at the offer. Glancing down at the offered hand, he hesitated for a moment- after all, for more than the majority of his life, physical touch had been anything but positive. Swallowing hard, Johnny took the gloved hand that had been extended and began following where the other lead. "So, you're telling me you make all the pizzas here, too? What do ya, own the place?" He said, his tone almost joking.

Vanny panted with an almost theatrical level of exhaustion by the time she'd managed to catch up with the stranger. Her hand rested on her chest, and the other reached up to remove the stuffy rabbit head that she had to wear when out on the arcade floor. "No! No, it's fine! I mean, it is a restricted area. But, it's cool if it was just an accident or whatever. I know this place is kinda hard to map out. Like a warren, huh?" she smiled at her own ingenious bunny joke. "I pretty much run this place, so, no harm done on my end. Are you here alone, or is there someone I can grab for you?" she gestured back the way they'd came, hoping something would entice him to move back to the customer appropriate area sooner rather than later. "Oh please, at least take the free pizza. I'm not trying to brag, but, I think it might be the best in town. I found this old book with a recipe from a really famous place-" she trailed off, not wanting to bore the other with unnecessary details. "Come on, I'm making myself hungry here, it's gotta be doing something for you." she held out a gloved paw for him to take her hand.

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Nodding, Bev gave the man a small smile, a token of her appreciation for his understanding. "I don't tend to think so, no. But, apparently some feel differently." A small shrug and a quick shake of her head stopped her from taking the thought further, despite the words that were on the tip of her tongue. At his response her head moved slowly from side to side. It does, in a way." She agreed before returning her attention to the flier in her hands- which, coincidentally she had momentarily managed to forget all about. "Right, right, my apologies. Well, the good news is I don't think you're too far off." Turning, she motioned for Mateo to follow. "My shop is just down the road; I can phone my assistant, she's been here much longer than I have- I'm certain she'll be able to guide us in the right direction."

"N, NO, NO. YOU SHOULDN'T APOLOGISE.. BEING FOCUSED ON WORK IS NEVER A BAD THING." and it never had been and.. yes, he supposed that it also depended on whatever kind of work the person was doing. when it came to him - was it a bad thing because of what he had done? yes, he supposed so, because.. his work had not been good. it had not helped anyone. "i know how to get there. i just don't know how to get there," as in the getting inside sense. "if that makes any sense? look. this flyer says everything about it." @emprxssrxsxng

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When the man tossed the unwanted shirt aside, Kiki's instinct was to move to grab it, which she did. No matter the distance which existed between herself and her family, she simply couldn't forget the lessons which she'd been taught by them, one of which was that one should always be respectful of others, especially in their places of work. Once she'd replaced the garment on the appropriate rack she turned to face the other once more. "I'm glad to see you're satisfied with my choice." When the topic of his place of business arose, Kiki raised her eyebrows, a look of surprise crossing her features momentarily. "Oh, wow! You're opening a club you say? Congratulations! What sort of club is it, if I may ask?"

"THE ONE IN THE LEFT, YOU SAY? outstanding! this one it is!" lucifer giggled, tossing the other shirt aside and focusing his attention on the one that had been pointed out to him. was that important? yes, one could say that it was and.. perhaps, he had asked out for people to decide because he truly could not. could he? oh, no. and yes, maybe he had been particularly looking forward to getting to know some of the humans. who knew? "and nonsense! it is absolutely necessary! my club is opening up for the week and so, i would be extremely happy to show you around!" he hadn't precisely said where it was that he wanted the other to join him for dinner, but.. well, lux was as good of a place as it had ever been, right? oh, he thought so. @emprxssrxsxng

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Makkari kept her eyes moving rapidly between the others eyes and lips, doing her best to take in all that was being said. Nodding, she gave a quick shrug before turning to step towards him. "Makes sense, I guess." She said and signed, offering a sly yet sweet smile. "I wouldn't have done any damage, for the record. But, I guess there was no real way for you to know that." She added before extending a hand. "I'm Makkari, by the way. What's your name? What do you do here?"

"NO, I JUST DON'T LIKE PEOPLE BREAKING INTO MY PLACE OF WORK?" was that the case? yes, it was and.. right now, mike didn't see it changing anytime soon. no. of course. there was a part of him who was only waiting for the chance to get into the farm and to get his sister back, no matter what. right? yes. "since.. you know, it's gonna be me who ends up paying for all of that?" @emprxssrxsxng

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Nodding, Isabel continued following her guide through the Farm, listening intently as she spoke. "Of course! Believe me when I say if there is one thing I can understand, it's a busy schedule!" Chuckling, the blonde re-adjusted her bag over her shoulder. "Thank you so much for your hospitality. Honestly, it's refreshing. So few places offer the same level these days- at least in my experience." When the suggestion to exchange ideas came Isabel's face brightened, head nodding in excitement. "Absolutely! I'm always up for a good thinktank! In fact, I personally think that's where some of the best ideas come from." For a moment she allowed herself to think back over some of the events she'd hosted, considering all the gorgeous ideas, twists, and surprises that had been born of a simple discussion marked by the exchange of ideas. There was no doubt that Isabel's business had taken off in ways she had only ever dreamed of, and she couldn't have been more grateful. The chance to do something she loved, to be her own boss, and to put the skills her brothers had teased her for relentlessly to good use...It all truly amounted to nothing short of pure bliss. "That sounds wonderful, absolutely. If there's anything I can do to assist I'd be more than happy. In which case, it sounds like I'll be leaving you with my number regardless." Isabel listened intently as Rebecca spoke about her experience with the Farm, nodding slowly as she took it all in. Her eyebrows rose as Rebecca reached the end of her story. "Wow, it sounds like you've had quite a time! I'm glad you were able to find something like this, however. It's stories like that, that really give me hope. I love it." Isabel's eyes sparkled as she spoke, her feelings genuine. "And you said you have a daughter? How precious. Does she like it here as well? I can't imagine she wouldn't." She mused. "So, Rebecca, can you tell me a bit more about what it is the Farm was created for? Like I said, I've heard quite a bit of buzz, but...I want to hear it from someone who has experience on both sides of the fence."

Rebecca didn’t mind this lifestyle it was nice enough that she could raise her daughter in peace and still had the time and energy to make certain others suffer in the long run. She’d enjoyed the less stressful job she’d tried out here while at the farm but something about this place didn’t seem all that it was which piqued her interest, call it being paranoid or more prepared for the eventual moment when she’d lost her appeal here but she didn’t trust anyone here within the Farm and learning and investigating from within was the perfect thing to do. “Thank you for being so understanding, if you should wish to speak to either of them later, I’ll alert them of that possibility and give them your name and number to contact. It’s lovely to meet you Isabel, and Welcome.” She mused with a smile and shook the other’s hand. “How exciting! You know maybe I should pick your brain for a couple of ideas that I think would work here at the Farm, because what isn’t activities if not something someone usually plans for events. You know I think Edgar would love to throw something special soon to promote the farm in a wonderful light.” She mused leading her down the normal tour route. “I Love your positive attitude, it’s very refreshing I must say, I think this will be a wonderful opportunity for you, I’ve started working here only recently but I was a member of the Farm for a few months prior, You see I came from a rather horrible life situation and needed a place to call home while I have my daughter, Edgar was an amazing person, showed me that blood doesn’t make family and allowed me to stay until my daughter was born and I could stand on my feet once again. Well, I ended up falling in love with this place and couldn’t leave after the kindness they’d offered me.” @emprxssrxsxng

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Jasmine examined her newfound companion for a moment, brows knitting together slightly in an obviously unsure expression. Still, she figured that whatever issue had occurred was over, at least for the moment, and they were in a public enough space. "Not a good guy, huh?" She questioned. "Dare I ask what that entails?" Cocking an eyebrow she offered a small, slow smile which, to the right eyes, might have come across as sly. "It's nice to meet you as well, Parker. Even under the circumstances." When he offered the drink, Jasmine nodded slowly. "While you certainly don't have to do that, I won't turn it down. Provided, of course, you allow the one following to be on me."

"DO THAT. TRUST ME. HE WASN'T A GOOD GUY. he's a shady motherfucker who's hurt more people in his entire lifetime than most have. really." that was what kramer was, wasn't it? a shady piece of shit who had spent his life torturing others for not appreciating his life, when in truth, he was the problem. when in truth, he was a liar and a monster and frankly, he should have looked twice in thee mirror before pointing the finger at anyone else. truly. shouldn't he have? OH, YES. "parker sears. it's good to meet you, jasmine. next round is on me." (@emprxssrxsxng)

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It was obvious that her lack of knowledge about this...Farm was something her newfound companion found to be frustrating- after all, facial expressions say it all, even when words don't. A soft smile crossed Beverly's lips as she gave her head a gentle shake. "I'm sorry, I have a tendency to keep very much to myself. Very focused on my work. And, I haven't been in town for too terribly long so..." Shrugging, Bev paused before she spoke again. "Sorry to hear your friends are there...I think? Could you tell me a little more about the place? Maybe that could help to pinpoint where it is, or how to get there!"

MATEO WAS.. LOOKING FOR HIS FRIENDS. could anyone blame him for something like that? he sure as hell hoped, because in.. one way or another? they were all that he had and all that he had ever had. right? he was reminded of what had happened and no, he didn't ever want to go back there. not at all, no. right? "oh, it's.. the farm. i figured that you would have known of it, since most people do," just his luck, to approach someone that didn't want to be approached. right? damn it. "and it's nice to meet you, bev, i'm just.. attempting to look for the people i know. my friends. i heard that they're all this place, so.. that's just where i want to go." @emprxssrxsxng

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Shopping had always been a bit of an overwhelming experience for Kiki, though that fact was especially true when it came to shopping for clothes. As a child she had protested her mother's shopping escapades so much that early on her mother was forced to come up with a system- figure out what she would wear, and then buy the place out of identical pieces. It was a habit Kiki had carried with her into adulthood, which suited her well...Until, that was, she found herself facing a dreaded shopping trip for one reason or another. Today, it was that the seam of one pair of her pants had begun to separate, and with their age she found it more prudent to simply replace the pair than to attempt a repair. Chewing the inside of her lip the woman was lost in thought, laser-focused on the singular item she needed to purchase, she hadn't noticed the half-naked man standing....Not too far away. Then his question came, her attention was drawn, and...Of course there was no denying he was gorgeous, but there was something else about him- something she sensed immediately. "I..." Her words caught in her throat as her eyes bounced between the options. "The one on the right. It's a nice subtle color and I just figured it might be something..." Shaking her head, Kiki's cheeks reddened. "Oh, gosh, that's so kind of you, that's really not necessary though."

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LUCIFER KNEW THAT HE WAS FAR FROM.. BEING THE CONVENTIONAL TYPE. he never had been and he never would be - he was the devil, after all, for satan’s sake - and therefore.. he wasn’t going to change it simply because he had found himself in this strange little town. he never had and he never would and.. well, if the people in town found it weird? well, that was their problem and their problem alone, he knew. and so, as soon as he saw someone else, he grinned, fully well aware that he was standing shirtless in the middle of a store. oh, dear. who cared? “hello there! yes, you! if you’re not too distracted by the sight of my gorgeous body, which.. i would understand, of course.. care to help me pick between these two shirts? THE DEVIL ALWAYS HAS TO LOOK HIS BEST, AFTER ALL. and afterwards.. i’ll take you out on a date to say thank you! how that sound? too tempting an offer to refuse, is it? @walstarterblog

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Truthfully, Johnny hadn't ever been in a place like Funny Bunny's. He'd seen them, of course- everyone had. And these days, it seemed as though places like this were coming back around despite their demise in the late nineties, and for good reason. Even so, the man hadn't been able to ignore the urge to go in when he walked past the establishment, just as he did every day, on his day off. Having regained his memories of his...Life, the draw had become even more powerful knowing he hadn't ever had the opportunity to go into a place like it. So...He did. From the moment he entered his head was on a swivel, his eyes taking in the lights, smells, and sounds surrounding him. Johnny truly hadn't realized he had wandered into a restricted area, he was simply so amazed his feet were carrying him without the permission of his brain. The shouting didn't get his attention, but rather the hasty and haphazard entrance the employee managed to pull off so effortlessly. "I-" He began, unsure of exactly how to respond. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was...No, you don't have to give me anything. I'll go back. I didn't mean to go into a restricted area." He explained, eyes cast downward. "I hope I didn't get you into trouble or anything."

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"Hey!" Vanny called out, running across the arcade floor as fast as her feet could carry her. "You can't go back there!" despite being dressed head to toe in a white, patchwork rabbit costume, her knowledge of the building and ability to slide along the tiled floor helped her gain speed until she'd caught up with the stranger in the back corridor. "This area is off limits!" The more they hung around the maintenance corridor, the more nervous she grew. "I will give you, like, five hundred tokens and a free pizza if you come back into the play area. Please? It's not safe for you to be back here."

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Makkari could have attempted to explain that she wasn't attempting to break into anywhere- that she had simply gotten a bit confused, and oh my gosh this isn't the back entrance to the bookstore? Though when she turned to face the security guard, she just couldn't bring herself to go through with the lie. So, she went with avoidance instead. "Alright, alright. No need for all of that. Are you super bored out here or what?" She asked, raising her hands to sign simultaneously.

MIKE HAD BEEN AVOIDING EVERYONE. maybe it was for the best and maybe it was precisely what he needed to do, because.. he had messed things up in one department and so, he just wanted to be left alone so he would not mess anything else up. that had to be the case. it wasn't as if he could do anything else.. right? "hey, you're not supposed to be back here," of course that people insisted on breaking in to where they were not meant to be. "this is a restricted area. leave or i'll be forced to call the cops and trust me, i really don't want to do that." @walstarterblog

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Seeing another in such a state left Jasmine feeling in ways she wasn't incredibly familiar with. Naturally she had seen battle- or rather, its effects- though nothing quite like this. Not without hundreds of others, not without some national cause or point of political pride. Violence for what appeared to be the sake of violence was something that utterly mystified the Princess. Even still, she believed wholeheartedly in giving the benefit of the doubt to all; at least on their first time needing such and until they gave her a reason not to. So, following a few heavy if not slightly awkward silence, she nodded slowly. "I suppose I'll have to take your word for that, then. A drink....Does sound like a nice addition to the afternoon. It is lovely, you are correct." Pausing, she offered a shy smile. "My name is Jasmine. What's yours?"

HE HATED WHAT HE HAD DONE. or rather.. no, no. he didn't. what he hated was the fact that it had actually felt good. that bastard had deserved every single second of what he had put him through and parker knew that he would have done it all over again if he had gotten the chance. was he going to make it out of the classroom that he had left him locked in? maybe. maybe not. right now, he couldn't bring himself to care less. and if he didn't remember all too well why he had done what he had, he could have almost found himself smiling. feeling someone's eyes on him, he shook his head in amusement. "don't worry, the other guy looks a lot worse," that was true. what did he have? some bruised knuckles? and a broken heart. "anyways, feel like joining me for a drink or two? IT'S A LOVELY DAY, isn't it?" @walstarterblog

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As an event planner, Isabel constantly had her ear to the ground, thinking of new ways, avenues, and ventures that would help to boost business. To get her name out there. To help her make her dream as fully successful as she could. So, when she'd began hearing whispers of the Farm, she'd decided to check it out. Arriving for her appointment her head remained on a swivel as she took in everything around her. As Rebecca greeted her, Isabel extended a hand and put on her best smile. "That's alright, I understand completely. It's nice to meet you however, Rebecca. I'm Isabel Evans." With introductions out of the way the tour began, Isabel drinking in every detail she could. The question came and she nodded, offering a charming smile. "Well, that's a funny story actually. I'm an event planner, I own my own business here in town. Parties, weddings, graduations, pregnancy announcements...I've even done a memorial service in the past. Regardless," she continued with a shake of her head. "I've been hearing lots of buzz about this place recently. So, I figured I would check it out. Best case scenario, I see this as an excellent networking opportunity. Worst case scenario, I've gotten the chance to connect in some small way with the rest of my community. I believe it's a win either way." She concluded. "How long have you been here, Rebecca?"

With the Death of Jill Tuck, she’d been able to reinvent herself as Rebecca Stark, Activities Director with the Farm. Edgar offered her the position of Doctor but with her new baby, she’d wanted something that allowed for time to spend being a mother. She’d been pulled from her thoughts when the other approached “Hello there, and welcome to The Farm, I’m Rebecca Stark, the Activities Director for the place, unfortunately, both Edgar and Katherine are a tad busy and were unable to perform this tour, so you have me as your helpful replacement. If you’ll follow me we can get started” she mused turning on heels to proceed with the tour “If you don’t mind a personal question what brings you to the Farm?” @walstarterblog