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But it occurred to me that gasoline was always something people were telling me not to, you know, drink. And that meant it was probably dangerous. And that meant I should pour it on the stump of the evil century plant. Just to, you know, make sure. So I did. And I watched the tiny heat waves come off of the stump, glistening in the sun. And then The Voice spoke again. "You know what would really make sure it's dead?" I already knew. "Light it." |