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A new companion… A cactus would do nicely. Together they would just… live! Be alive! Respire! The cactus's spines would grow in tandem with Poitevin's hair; everything would be in unintentional harmony. Yes, that was how Poitevin and his fern had once lived, in symbiotic harmony; the fern would exhale oxygen, and Poitevin would inhale it, and Poitevin would exhale carbon dioxide, and the fern would inhale it. But what if the balance were to be suddenly thrown off? What if the fern became jealous of the new cactus? Suddenly Poitevin felt truly threatened by the fern, the fern that had once been Poitevin's dear friend before the flowerpot had come between them. That was how it went, thought Poitevin, treachery and betrayal were everywhere. It was over between Poitevin and the fern. For once, Poitevin thought 
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it out straight. The fern was the enemy, and the fern knew. Suddenly the fern started sucking away at Poitevin's very life-sustaining breath… Poitevin couldn't breath. For once, again, there was no time to think and rethink. Desperately Poitevin ran for the door. Poitevin had to get away from the fern! Poitevin stumbled down the stairs and ran out into the street. "Air, air, air, I think I need air," thought Poitevin. Poitevin was about to start rethinking about that and about how to make amends with his fern when suddenly Poitevin's mother came road-raging around the corner in her SUV and slammed right into Poitevin. Yes, in that one moment of just thinking and not rethinking, Poitevin had met Poitevin's end. Poitevin would never think or rethink or rethink and think again.  |
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