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Wednesday, March 12, 2003
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No matter how hard my mom tries, every plant or flower she has attempted to grow seems to wither and die an untimely death under her care. But she never gives up hope. While she was visiting home recently, my sister nudged me and pointed to a line of new plants placed by the kitchen window.
"Look," she whispered, "death row."
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6:48:09 AM 
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