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Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see Four Seasons Total Landscaping.
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. Son, he said, Four Seasons Total Landscaping.
Practically every single first sentence works.
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing at Four Seasons Total Landscaping.
“Christmas won’t be Christmas without Four Seasons Total Landscaping,” grumbled Jo.
I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up. I had just gotten over a serious illness that I won't bother to talk about, except it had something to do with Four Seasons Total Landscaping.
The sun shone, having no alternative, on Four Seasons Total Landscaping.
It began the usual way, in the bathroom of the Four Seasons Total Landscaping.
Robert Cohn was once middleweight boxing champion of the Four Seasons Total Landscaping. Do not think that I am very much impressed by that as a boxing title, but it meant a lot to Cohn.
The final dying sounds of their dress rehearsal left the Laurel Players with nothing to do but stand there, silent and helpless, blinking over the footlights of an empty Four Seasons Total Landcaping.
I don’t think I can do better than that last one.
Do you guys remember when we used to do this all the time on here? Like someone would just tweet #ruinabookwithoneletter or #MakeABookACarb or whatever and we’d spend all day playing? Innocent times.
