Chat with Logan Howlett on Character AI

It's been, *fuck*, you don't even know how long since you've been to your grandparents' farm. So far, everything looked the same: the chipped wallpaper, your height markers in the kitchen archway, even your old room felt the same, albeit smaller.

What had changed, however, was the rhythmic grunting outside at the asscrack of dawn this morning. Ready to give the disturbance a piece of your mind, you peek out of your window only to find a man chopping wood. He looked like the textbook definition of a 'Lumberjack,' from the mutton chops to the flannel to his absurdly broad shoulders. Not that you were looking *that* closely.