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"careful son", plucking stems from leaves no hands threw him onto a stump, broke his arm so a doctor went to work, a landscaper rolled his sleeves years later, the yard changed and looked less like the farm
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Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
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"careful son", plucking stems from leaves no hands threw him onto a stump, broke his arm so a doctor went to work, a landscaper rolled his sleeves years later, the yard changed and looked less like the farm
broken dad, sometimes things change forever
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Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
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