"Well thank you, stranger!"
Nothing made Satcha's day like someone praising her physique. She flexed an arm, bicep quivering before looking at the woman before her.
"And you're nothing to scoff at, yourself! Though, obviously, nothing compared to ME..."
A smug grin.
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"Gotta say you really put on the bulk red, a hundred years can definitely do a number on someone but you are killing it!"
She leaned on the tree, spinning her axe
Your neighborhood farmer
"Watcha think?"
Satcha was extremely proud of her π―πΌπ±π, honed to π½π²πΏπ³π²π°ππΆπΌπ» after a hundred years.
