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Mowing is MurderMowing is Murder by overduegalaxy
After ten minutes of work, the mower started up, it's gas engine belching a thin haze of black smoke. I maneuvered it around the yard, an expert in my craft after years of grass-mowing. Straight, turn, straight, turn, straight, turn, straight. Abruptly, over the loud roar of the mower, I heard a car horn honk. Assuming it was just coming from the intersection a block away, I ignored it and went back to my duties as a member of my household. Straight, turn, straight…again, the horn blurted out, interrupting my concentration once more. I looked around angrily, and was surprised to find a large, green van parked in the street next to my house. The woman in the passenger seat was staring at me intently, obviously attracted by my manly ability to push the mower in a roughly straight line. I let go of the clutch, letting the mower putter out, and quickly worked out a dialogue in my head:
"HAY BABY!" I would shout, in what I perceived as an ar