Chapter 69 (cont'd)
Simmy was dancing a jig... even though the temperature went down to -1 Celcius last night... her sweet peas hadn't received any frost.
She posted the rooftop picture to prove her 'wall of sweet peas' were reaching for a 'good to great' year.
Only the street lamp behind the house was taller than those crazy 'sweet peas.'
"Now, if only I can grow like those sweet peas... defying all records set before me..."
"You preach it, little sweet peas. Just preach it!"
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