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No call for damask roses--wouldn't pay to grow they. Single they was, I thinks. No good. These be cut every morning and fetched by the flower-girls for gents' button-holes and ladies' jackets. You won't get no damask roses; they be died out.
gpt
to it, but no place to put a damask rose. No place, because it is not
human
and I cannot plant except round
gpt
The plot or
human
the landlord calls