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So, I let him hop on. He’s grinnin’ ear to ear. I’m thinkin’, “This kid’s gonna be a future tractor driver.” But then, his mom shows up, all panicky. “What are you doing?!” I’m like, “Chill, lady! Just teachin’ him the ropes!”

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