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It was the town's festival, of course; there were many drunks, children, and townspeople. It was the feast day of a saint from the town's church, and everyone was celebrating in a big way. Band music played in the background, and there was no shortage of barbecued meat.
While everyone who worked at the farm was talking about the boss's son, a spoiled brat who had arrived from abroad since he had studied there

—So who the hell is it?

He said it with that northern accent, but ignored him and instead they started drinking beer, although the doubt remained in his mind: Who was the Boss's son? he thought as he continued drinking beer and enjoying the banda music and the town's party