My parents have sentimental attachments towards potted plants. I cannot, nay will not suffer ugly vegetation. Give me a hedge, give me tree - but I say off to the chipper with thee, thou ill favoured sprout. Today I do believe I saw pots which, I promise you, I broke as a kid, some on more occasions than one. Jest I do not. Dear Lord save me. Damp earth, decaying rot, wilting leaf, zombie pot. Sown are the seeds of evil - or evil seeds, I get confused.
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