Just like clockwork, the head garden club fairy looked sideways at my peppermint camellias. Her lack of charm powered over me. Mingling among the chummy chaos of my regular admirers who looked like mice admiring the latest soft cheese, she chose juxtaposition, putting herself between them and me. The rest of the crowd oohing and ahhing at my offerings decided to give her a wide berth when her glowering look called dibs over their presence. Once again her interference and influence caused me to lose the trophy and shatter my efforts.
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Oh, how enjoyable that was! I know some Master Gardeners who have that attitude and “power.” Cute.
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