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I watered my plant. I couldn't let it die. I thought of that moment with my neighbor's handsome son, sweet curly hair, who had come down from The Yukon to settle her estate and we stood on her balcony, he and i, while the first snow drifted thickly down thru the air and he sang me a few bars of that old Bing Crosby song about the rubber tree plant and he was so happy to see the snow being from the North and i haven't been serenaded in decades and i couldn't let it die.
God, i'm such a softie.
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