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CHAPTER ONE The Girl in the Farmhouse TAYLOR SWIFT DIDN’T come from struggle. She came from a Christmas tree farm. Literally. Her family ran one in Pennsylvania. The kind of place with barns, boots, and pine needles in your socks. Her mom, Andrea, worked in marketing. Her dad, Scott, was a stockbroker. So it wasn’t dirt poor, but it wasn’t Hollywood either. It was just… normal. Until it wasn’t. She started writing early. Like, weirdly early. Before she had a driver’s license, she had notebooks full of lyrics. Not poems. Songs. Catchy, dramatic, teenage-feeling songs about boys who didn’t like her and friends who didn’t get it. Then she picked up a guitar. Some guy fixing their computer...