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 | | Gritting my teeth, I stood on tiptoe again, stretched out both arms, still grasping the pruning shears in one hand and caught hold of the waving shoot, whereupon I lost my grip on the shears and plummeted, sharp end down, towards the ground. |
 | | The big toe of my left foot intercepted them before they hit the ground, whereupon they bounced off my toe, after inflicting a severe, stabbing pain, (and when I say stabbing, I mean that in every literal sense of the word), then skittered across the gravel path. |
 | | This elicited a sharp intake of breath on my part and did nothing to put me in a better temper. |
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