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Since she wasn’t playing nurse as her mother so eloquently put it, Jocelyn decided to do the milking the following day. It was also her way of letting her family know that she hadn’t forgotten her responsibilities. Jocelyn really didn’t mind the task, but it meant she was out of the house before the sky had even turned gray from the breaking down. The cold air nipped her cheeks, making her skin tingle. Jocelyn cupped her hands together and blew into her freezing fingers as she made her way to the barn where most of the equipment was kept before proceeding to the milking parlour, where the potent smell of cows and milk greeted her. It wasn’t exactly welcome, but she was used to it. Theirs wasn’t a very big farm, even though it had been in existence since Jocelyn was a baby when her paren