car as a woman with soft blonde hair that a Grecian goddess would be jealous of, golden eyes
that shined like the morning sun , and dressed in a pair of overalls with a tight tank top underneath, waved to him as she bounded up. “Well, howdy! You must be Max. I am Cheryl and those maniacs over there are my boys and their dogs. My husband is busy with dealing with the cabin just over yonder.” She said, in a real southern accent that could not be faked even if you tried, as she came face to face with Max. Max nodded as he shook her hand. “Hello, my name is Max Randall. I am renting the cabin that your husband is busy fixing up.”
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