only murders in the garden

a good ol' fashioned whodunit for people who eat kohlrabi

Editor's note: This post is entirely satire and not real.

After months of persistence, it finally happened. I became the proud owner of a community garden plot. All it took was seven emails to the city, a long Twitter campaign, and a few “coincidental” run-ins with the Community Garden Commissioner. You’re jealous, I know.

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