They can honestly, for reals, drive tractors. Real ones. The kind that plow fields.
They always, always have a pocket knife in their pocket.
Their Mom's always know how to make canned preserves and other yummy things. And they share.
And if you hit the super jackpot, like me, they want to live in the city, but visit the country, and then come back to the city, and their idea of camping is a motel room on a mountain.
That, my friends, is a perfect country boy.
Find your own. This one lives with me.
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