I use to sit on my porch overlooking my pond and smoking my grass, until the apocalypse got me off my ass. Now I have to hide my weed, give up on planting my seeds. The zombies are knocking at my door, they will not get past this heavy object and I lay locked away with my stash forever more.
The house I lived in was a good little house, I grew a single pot plant beside it. I wonder if it will survive.
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