With his head hung low and clear frustration written all over his face, my neighbor knocked on our door the other day. He wanted to know how our yard missed the dandelion pandemic; all other neighbors seem to have dandelion farms going on. I explained that I am sorry, but our family has superior gardening skills and what we do to control our dandelion population is a family secret. With slumping shoulders, he turned and began to walk away. I was instantly filled with remorse and self loathing for enjoying his humility a little too much (after all, he is only 13). In the end I had mercy and showed him Jesi's "gift" to me:
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