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The agriculture specialist drove up to the farm in his rust-speckled pickup truck, trailing a plume of dust behind him. The farmer was sitting on the front porch, and he stood as the specialist approached and held out a hand. “Mr. Anderson?” he asked, shaking his hand. “Yes,” the
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