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"Can I have one?"




"Give me one."

"No, I don't think so."

"You don't think so?"

"Yeah I don't think so, they are quite delicious, and I would not like to share."

"Good boys share."

"Well, I guess I'm not a good boy then."

"No you aren't, you are very mean man, not giving me any."



"Hermione, love...would you like one?"

"Just one?


"Fine, thank you."


"Mmmm…they are good."

"Told you they were...here have another one."

"Two strawberries? Aren't I a lucky girl."




"Are you alright?"



"Hey! Put me down! What are you doing?"

"Taking you and those blasted strawberries inside…"

"Why? It's beautiful out here."

"It's going to be even better inside."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"I'll make it very simple for you. You, me, that big bed of ours upstairs, and the rest of the strawberries."

"What? Oh, okay. You can put me down I'll walk."

"No, I don't think I will. It's quicker this way."