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I’ve always been a bit of a daddy’s girl. He calls me his lil’ workhorse, or Strawberry tiny-cake (it’s a long story). Even though I am grown and on my own, he still brings me gifts that represent our relationship. Knowing that I would likely be the only one in our family to really appreciate our cattle-men roots, he found me a new pair of Ariats on a business trip to the midwest. I wear them with pride.
