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That sounds like a good way to get eaten by cattle.
Where I grew up, there were generally two types of jobs for teenage boys: baling hay or working fast food. My dad was a manager at a fast food place so he pulled me into that world. I was a bit envious of the guys who would go bale all summer and come back to school with muscles, but I also knew that I would sunburn to the point of spontaneous combustion if I tried working out in the fields. So I came back to school pasty white and smelling vaguely like onion rings.
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