Answer
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Not
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for
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the
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first
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time,
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an
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argument
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had
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broken
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out
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over
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breakfast
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at
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number
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four,
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Privet
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Drive.
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Mr.
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Vernon
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Dursley
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had
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been
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woken
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in
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the
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Answer
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early
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hours
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of
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the
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morning
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by
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a
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loud,
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hooting
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noise
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from
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his
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nephew
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Harry's
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room.
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"Third
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time
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this
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week!"
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he
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roared
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across
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the
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table.
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"If
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Answer
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you
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can't
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control
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that
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owl,
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it'll
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have
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to
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go!"
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Harry
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tried,
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yet
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again,
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to
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explain.
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"She's
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bored,"
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he
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said.
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"She's
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used
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to
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flying
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around
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outside.
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Answer
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If
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I
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could
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just
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let
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her
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out
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at
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night-"
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"Do
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I
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look
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stupid?"
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snarled
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Uncle
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Vernon,
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a
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bit
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of
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fried
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egg
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dangling
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from
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his
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bushy
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Answer
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mustache.
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"I
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know
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what'll
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happen
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if
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that
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owl's
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let
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out."
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He
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exchanged
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dark
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looks
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with
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his
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wife,
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Petunia.
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Harry
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tried
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to
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argue
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back
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but
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his
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Answer
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words
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were
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drowned
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by
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a
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long,
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loud
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belch
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from
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the
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Dursleys'
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son,
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Dudley.
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"I
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want
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more
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bacon."
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"There's
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more
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in
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the
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frying
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pan,
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sweetums,"
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said
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Answer
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Aunt
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Petunia,
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turning
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misty
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eyes
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on
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her
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massive
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son.
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"We
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must
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build
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you
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up
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while
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we've
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got
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the
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chance....
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I
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don't
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like
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the
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sound
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of
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Answer
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that
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school
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food...."
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"Nonsense,
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Petunia,
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I
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never
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went
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hungry
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when
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I
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was
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at
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Smeltings,"
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said
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Uncle
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Vernon
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heartily.
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"Dudley
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gets
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enough,
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don't
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you,
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son?"
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Dudley,...
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