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His jokes she could leave, along with his bad breath, snoring, his inability to set the cushions straight and his frankly cavalier approach to cutlery storage.  She could even leave the dogs.  No, it was her carefully planted borders that trapped her: she was chained to those pesky herbaceous perennials.

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