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June 26, 2012
WHEN I GO, Iím taking the dirt from that cactus. Itís my dirt. Frankly, itís my cactus, but I canít bear to deprive Alexander of it, he loves it so. My dirt and my planter... Oh? Oh? Excuse me, I remember going online and clicking on an eighteen-inch terra cotta Claudia round resin planter, and charging it to my Visa. I distinctly... Christ, I donít know. The site that sells planters. God. You know what? Keep the planter. Keep it. My gift to you. No, enjoy, enjoy. Put something in there you can keep alive. Good luck with that.