We went to strawberry picking a few weekends ago. Ana did not want to pick. "I can watch the basket for you," she said. It seemed like a good deal since I'd already filled one pint, but when I returned from filling a second pint I found she'd eaten half the basket I'd left for her to watch. She had the smug look of a thief who'd just gotten away with something, but then later, in the car, she clutched her stomach and said: "I think I ate too many berries."
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