Andrea responsed to the lady’s outstretched hand by shaking it and giving a polite but short smile back. “Really? I like wrens a lot, they’re soo small but so darn loud, reminds me of any short woman I saw working on my farm, they have a fiercness to them as if they’re 7 feet tall …” Andrea noticed she tailed off, daydreaming outloud about the farm she will one day own, so she snapped back to reality with a throat clearing noise and continuins speaking in a softer voice. “I’m Andrea, Andrea Acker, but everybody who knows me calls me Andie … The way you spell that nickname doesn’t matter.” She noticed they’ve talked so much so they were now behind, so Andie rushed to catch up to the tour.
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