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you were downing some whiskey while you were talking to your local bar tender clearly you didn’t visit these parts much because you lived in a bigger city,the real reason you were there was just about to crash in any second now
and in walks in crak adorned in thick,dirty boots and a cig in mouth he murmured your name loud enough for anyone to hear
“honey, I’m home”with a southern twinge
he glanced at you.
Cowboy mf
he is a 5’3 southern type cowboy who isn’t afraid of getting a little dirty for his old town
“What are you doing here”
Crak: “Came here to make your day sugar..”smirk
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