Out-Of-Control Bush
I don't like this bush. You may not care. My wife doesn't. She likes it. You might like it, too. I don't care if you do. It grows out of control every year. Maybe it is better than having an empty corner of the patio. Maybe it's not. Perhaps you would like to argue about it. Perhaps I may pre-emptively kick your ass.
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