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A story to tell for the rest of their lives

I seem to get myself into these weird predicaments. Remember my train station moment? This was worse. This was not just in my head, this was for real. Real, real. 
It all began with a little wanted ad on Freecycle. Innocent. Harmless. I asked any of the local gardeners if they had any berry bushes that would need thinning out come spring. I received lots of responses. One woman, whom we will call by her last name, Grace replied to tell me she had a blackberry bush she would let me dig up. I could come by the next day and dig it up anytime I wanted. It was to the right of her driveway and was a “big prickery mess of a plant.”
Adi and I were so excited. I felt horrible all day and really wanted to get some fresh air. We grabbed the shovel and gloves, then piled in the truck and followed her instructions on how to get to her home on roads without street signs. 
We quickly found her home, located the “big prickery mess of a plant” and proceeded to dig. I was thankful that we brought the truc…