The first time I met you, you told me you grew up here, I’d call you a liar,” Tate informed me.<br />I tipped my head to the side and asked, “Really?”<br />“Really.”<br />“Why?”<br />“High-class,” he replied.<br />“Sorry?”<br />“You looked high-class,” he semi-repeated.<br />“I’m not,” I stated.<br />“No, Ace, you’re not. You’re a different kind of class.”<br />“Farmer class.”<br />“Pure class.