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There's a honeysuckle vine underneath my window. The scent drifts up here from time to time. It brings back a lot of memories.

Of course my brothers and I used to suck on them for the nectar when we were little. And I'd pick a few for my mom. She'd put them in her hair. And I'd reach up and pick a magnolia blossom for her now and again. I love the smell of magnolias too.

My older brother and I would also raid mean Mr. Land's rose bushes. We had a big collie at the time and Mr. Land was afraid of him. He threatened to kill our dog and my brother called him a butthole. It was funny.

I gotta get back to the boston mob movie. It won't finish itself.