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Tennessee whiskey was a part of me. It was in my blood. I was born and raised on it, and at twenty-eight, it was no surprise to me that I was now part of the team that bred and raised the most famous Tennessee whiskey in the world.
All I can hear is the song “Tennessee whiskey”
Chris Stapleton’s raspy
Omg lol what a coincidence
It was the mom, and I leaned against one of the machines on one arm as I crooked a smile at her. “Only by the fact that I’ve gone my whole life without knowing you, sweetheart.”
Oh gross
“She’s a Barnett.”
I’m a Barnett! Or was
She bit her lip. “I mean… I have, but not whiskey. That’s a man’s drink.”
It most certainly is not
The truth was, I could have stayed in that old, grimy warehouse full of whiskey barrels with Noah Becker all day.
Pastor Morris had been the pastor for Stratford’s Baptist Church since before I was born.
Oh my gosh that is my dad’s name
“I took your virginity a month after we met, Ruby Grace. I think we’re past waiting.”
Lolllll another parallel
