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#@@/....,, Work That Needs To Be Done, And It Cant ,,..../@@#
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#@*«,,,,,, Indoor Plant We See. But They Are So ,,,,,,«*@#
####£@*/«, Beautiful! We Wait Just Until Father ,«/*@£####
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#£*««.,,,, House He Suspects And Resents Our ,,,,.««*£#
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#@@**/.,,, Even In The Morning And Must ,,,./**@@#
#@/«.,,,,, Reluctantly Leave The Outdoor Weed ,,,,,.«/@#
###£@*/«., Cutting To Us As Well, Untrusting That ,.«/*@£###
###£@*/«., We Will Carry It Out. ,.«/*@£###
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###£@*/«., Falls Asleep As Soon As He Returns. We ,.«/*@£###
####£@*«., Are Left To Care For Us And The House ,.«*@£####
###£@*/«., And The Orchard. But It Is Hard And We ,.«/*@£###
###£@*/«., Are Distracted. We Are Not As ,.«/*@£###
#££**//«., Persistent As Father And Quickly Fall ,.«//**££#
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