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Those endlessly overgrown thickets that might at some dim time in the past been lovingly called boxwoods, were now in a state of complete abandonment. Their foully twisted branches and withered mottled leaves, a living testament to the stunted mutations which everywhere abounded prolifically; from the flat, impossibly abhorrent crabgrass that leant a cancerous appearance to the brown lawn, to the fungal rotten and moss encrusted line of sickly maple that spread their eerily shaped silhouettes over the warped root and down the cracked and falling front of the elder structure

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