182. Revenge

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He had been biding his time for so long, but oh, how sweet the moment tasted when it had finally arrived.

Every inch of his neighbor's garden was covered in slime, the kind snails produce. Of course, there was not a single snail in sight (he would never destroy a perfectly good garden like that), but his neighbor didn't know that. Why would him painstakingly collecting tons of slime be the first thing on her mind?

As he saw her look of pure desperation, he grinned widely.

"That'll teach you to shear my hedges into vulgar shapes!"

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