Isaac lifted the hay bale by the ropes with his gloved hands and set it on top of another one.  He grabbed another bale.  All of a sudden, he felt something wasn’t right.  His arms started hurting.  Hm, that was unusual for him.  As long as he could remember, he could still outwork his boys, despite his age, and he took a smidge of pride in that over the years.  He moved over to sit down on one of those bales of hay.  There was a towel lying right next to him, so he grabbed it and wiped his sweating forehead.  How could he be sweating?  It was chilly outside, and he hadn’t done enough work yet to work up a sweat.  His arms and neck felt like they were on fire so he tried to calm that by watering down the towel a little wit...

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