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Zyaire slouched in the backseat, his thumbs a blur as he texted his friends in the city. “CAN’T BELIEVE I’M STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHEREWHAT THEFUCK,” he typed, the caps lock a testament to his frustration. The car was filled with the twang of countryside music, his family’s laughter mingling with the sound of the open road. “Y’ALL, THEY HAVE MORE COWS THAN WIFI ROUTERS HERE,” he continued, a wry smile fleeting across his face as he imagined his friends’ reactions. His siblings chattered excitedly, painting rosy pictures of their new life, but all Zyaire could see was the social void he was being dragged into. “BRB, GONNA LEARN HOW TO MILK A COW OR SMTHH BRAH,” he sent off, his humor a shield against the creeping sense of loss for the urban life and friendships left behind. Zyaire’s phone buzzed with rapid-fire notifications, each one a mix of disbelief and laughter from his city crew. “LMFAOOOO BROOO” one friend replied, followed by a string of crying-laughing emojis. “LOOOL, gonna start a farm vlog or what?” another chimed in, the humor tinged with a hint of sympathy. “HELPP, he’s gonna become a cowboy, y’all,” a third text read, the group reveling in their shared banter.

Despite the distance, their connection remained unbroken, the digital thread of friendship as strong as ever, woven with inside jokes and relentless teasing. “DON’T FORGET US WHEN YOU’RE FAMOUS FOR TIPPING COWS, Z” the texts continued, a promise that no matter where he was, Zyaire wasn’t alone.