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Granted. A mass quantity of dried roses is now in your posession. Too bad a terrorist group has just unleashed an ugly bug that only feeds off of dead plants (the perfect plan, for who would suspect terrorists to be behind a weird fly-type thing rather than building WMD?). They swarm your home, and once they finish with your roses and have grown to a freakish size of 10 feet tall, they go after you, disregarding the fact that you are neither dead or a plant. You die. (Lame, I know, haha)
I wish James Dean was still alive so I could meet him.
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He said "It's all in your head"
And I said, "So's everything," but he didn't get it
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