Please Don’t Smash My Special Memories Because You Don’t Understand
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Jun 28, 2021
The well-mowed grass stretched like a beautiful velvet rug against the oak trees. The overgrown flower beds lay in messy contrast. I advised the gardener that morning glory vines hid two short rose bushes.
Forgetting my information, he efficiently cleared out the vines along with the rose bushes. He didn’t know that the Princess Alexandra roses were…
