Yesterday while I was cleaning out my mom's gutters, I accidentally broke a big branch off one of my mom's prized azalea bushes with the ladder I was using. Without even thinking, I placed the piece I had broken off delicately on top of the bush so that it still looked whole. It's a trick I picked up when I was a kid and I destroyed most of my mom's plants while running to catch foul wiffle balls. By the time they notice that half of the bush looks dead, it will be a mystery as to why it's broken.
Yes, I am still afraid of getting yelled at by my mom.
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