My name is Jack Callaway. I’m 32, I run forty acres outside a town in Tennessee you’ve never heard of, and three months ago I almost lost the best thing in my life because of one stupid joke at a dance.
Let me back up.
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My name is Jack Callaway. I’m 32, I run forty acres outside a town in Tennessee you’ve never heard of, and three months ago I almost lost the best thing in my life because of one stupid joke at a dance.
Let me back up.
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