with dark purpose on a dark night
I peeked out the door to make sure that no one was watching, scampered down the front lawn, and quickly emptied the withered basil plants and the potting soil out into the flowerbed along our white picket fence.
Praying that the death of our neighbors' housewarming gift didn't hold any literary significance, (i.e. foreshadowing of a tragedy yet to come,) I tossed the empty pot in the trash can.
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For some reason when I read this it reminded me of the quarky neighbor in The Princess Diaries who writes about what he says in a very dramatic fashion. ie. You are awesome!
Also - you should add me to your friends and links list... I am a friend... I have a link... the only real question here is why it didn't happen already.
Go get 'em Cougs!
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