Big Salmon Lake that never goes out

Sure thing, hun', she responded, a laugh accompanying her words at the speed of which the goldenrod spoke. Lake ain't mine. It don't got no claim, I thank.

And the lass certainly didn't seem to have a filter, nor did she beat around the bush. A trait that Georgia appreciated. Similar to herself, it seemed. Birmingham, she said, enunciating the 'er' sound due to her accent; skipping the 'h'; effectively pronouncing it 'bERmingem.' How 'bout yaself? Ya got parents 'round here, hun?