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What kills me is that I took a landscaping class in highschool {duh, why else, the guys} and messed around with that a semester {year?}. So, when my father became inable to do the yard work, my older sister, who wouldn't ever help when he was able either, told me the yard work was all my job since I had the 'training'.
What also killed me was how my two older sisters used to always ditch me outside, working alongside my parents at the imagined phone ringing or 'Oo, it is hot, I need some tea' and never return.
I think I was punked too much as a kid and now I don't do it to mine but maybe they need it?
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Summa' time....when the livins' easy.........
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