I came out to early this morning to check on some of the new baby beans and discovered that someone else had beat me to the garden.
An anonymous harvester without an appreciation for long stem roses or for completely ripe star fruit. I questioned all of the boys who where awake and no one would take credit.
So over a breakfast of star fruit and mixed berries we admired the rose that adorned our table in a WWE wrestling cup makeshift vase.
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