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The three women were escorted by the man to the ring-rolling farm.

It wasn't as lonely as they had expected. It was a brightly lit courtyard. It had a strong smell of home.

The man who had waited for two women for four years. He was like the head of a family. He stood in the doorway with his arms wide open, waiting for them.

Would men be jealous?

A little, I think. At the very least