with chemicals. I put gloves and a long sleeve shirt on and physically
remove it from the tree. I hack at it with clippers. I dig at its
roots with a shovel. And every fucking year, the vine fucking comes
back. It taunts me. It says, "hey fucker I'm just gonna be growing
right over here, waiting for you to accidentally touch me. Putting my
leaves on the ground so when you rake in the fall you'll accidentally
pick up my leaves too and get all itchy and burny and shit."
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