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Across the street her grass grows much greener than mine. Here grass struggles with pine needles to feel the sun. Could it be we live in a thesaurus where she chose effort while I was assigned toil.
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Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
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Across the street her grass grows much greener than mine. Here grass struggles with pine needles to feel the sun. Could it be we live in a thesaurus where she chose effort while I was assigned toil.
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Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
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