I see you, Poison Ivy.
Yeah, I see you, hangin' out over there in the English Ivy like you're just as passive and non-descript and characterless as it is. A wall flower, as it were. I applaud your deceipt . . . I relate to it.
You got me three times this summer, and times two and three I was super careful and you got me anyway! So we agreed: if I come anywhere near your "personal bubble" of 10 feet, you'll get me again, so I've maintained my distance.
But the jig is up and your days are numbered now!
You may be sly. You may be slick. But in the end I WILL WIN.
Flamethrowers are legal.
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