Listen, I know you're just trying to grow. That's your biological imperative. I planted you, I watered you, I fertilized you (once), and now you're rewarding me by producing a million little peppers.But...the thing is...I hate to break this to you. It's September. I know it was 88 degrees today (briefly), but any minute it'll be 60 during the day. And 40 at night. Fahrenheit, dude.
So you're ambitions are not likely to be realized. Your little peppers are probably going to wither on the stem. I'm impressed by your initiative, though, and I want you to know that next year I'm definitely growing your kind again.
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