Somewhere in the detritus of my garage they were resting on a shelf next to my soiled gardening gloves, a trowel and some leftover fertilizer used for flowers I had planted in my window boxes this past spring.
Somewhere in the detritus of my garage they were resting on a shelf next to my soiled gardening gloves, a trowel and some leftover fertilizer used for flowers I had planted in my window boxes this past spring.
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Somewhere in the detritus of my garage they were resting on a shelf next to my soiled gardening gloves, a trowel and some leftover fertilizer used for flowers I had planted in my window boxes this past spring. "Do you have the garden shears?," my mother asked.
"Do you have the garden shears?," my mother asked.
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