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impossiblejane

You've inspired me to pluck my weed-children.

GraceD

FEEEEEEEEEED MEEEEEEEEE!

pam

It's all this rain, people! It's somehow mutating our plantlife!

Keith

Weeds are mother earth's chin whiskers. She is very old, and they grow like mad.

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