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"Tell me about yourself, Anne of Green Gables."

"What did you call me?"

"Anne of Green Gables."

"What?"

Gasp.

"You don't know what that is?"

"Nope."

"I'm going to give you the book."

"You don't even know me. Or where I live."

"So?"

"So you can't give me the book."

"I'll mail it. Ship it. Fax it. Send by courier pigeon. Whatever it takes."

"Really?"

"Well, maybe not by pigeon. Could be a bit cruel."

"True."

"Where do you live?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Why not?"

"You're a stranger."

"So?"

"I don't trust you."

"So?"

"So you could come murder me!"

"Nah."

"Nah?"

"I only do that during the week. Today's Saturday, so you're safe."

Scoff.

"Thanks."

"No problem. So, where do you live?"

"Where do you live?"

"Fifty four Clydesdale Avenue."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Legit?"

"One hundred percent."

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"I live right next door."