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An August Pearl

He stood up with a groan, brushed the dirt off his knees and stretched.  "August sure is a weed month", he grumbled under his breath.  "All this damn rain is makin' 'em grow.  Wish I lived in the desert, but then I'd just be complainen' about the heat and dry."  He had been complaining a lot lately.; usually when there was no one around to hear him.  Luckily, thinking about August reminded him that Pearl's birthday was in August.  Yes, he hadn't thought of old Pearl in years.  Some of the weeds he pulled had some little flowers on them.  I guess you could call them wild flowers.  He made a little bouquet. "I think I'll take these to Pearl. She'd like 'em I think.  If she remembers me after all these years."