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The little birch tree is planted in a hole in the front lawn. As I was getting rid of left-over earth on the bare patch where the clover crowded out the grass, the little white cat came over to be scritched. I explained that my hands were filthy and she was waiting for me when I came out of the side door again after washing them.
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