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| Dear Harold, I hope you enjoy the plant I sent you. It is very rare and needs loving care to grow and make it in the world. | |
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| Its name is Bloopy and will bring joy to your life. Love, Mother. | |
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| I guess its the thought that counts. | |
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| I'm going to eat your soul. | |
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