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I need a minion. I'm too old for this gardening lark. Too much wrestling with the evil weeds from *hell* which infest my front garden and have roots like a rat king, or more accurately, like an intergalactic rat emperor. Ick. Though why grovelling on the floor with a hand fork should strain the muscles in my *bottom* I don't really know.

Life is hard.

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