Sorry, Annie.
Remember when we raked the backyard last week and gathered up every freaking pine cone from that stupid fricking tree that Dad should have cut down?
Well, it seems the tree was laughing at us, because when I came back from Sarnia it had crapped all over the backyard.
Pinecones everywhere.
I hate trees.
And that's not even because Oprah said she loved them.
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