| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I am Pansy.Pleased to meet you, Pansy.There was a brief and intensely awkward silence, then a bird swooped low overhead with a loud caw, both Dudley and Pansy threw their arms up to protect themselves, the corner of Pansy's shirt lifted slightly, and Dudley saw a stick poking out of the pocket of her skirt.A very familiar sort of stick.what is that? he asked, pointing at it, and Pansy's cheeks
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