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Rebecca is so poker-faced.

Come on, give me a hint.

What do you mean you have it without a clue?

She's your lover. You should know.

Wrong.

Now, we're just friends, and that might be hard to believe, but it's true.

Okay? Now, where's the landscaping now?

You know what? That's bullshit, because if I were Rebecca, I would--

Natalie, it's just business, okay? That's it. Come on.

Just business. Right.

And I suppose that's why my panties are wet?

Come on, grab the box.

I'm not, come on.

The chest, my dear.

Come on, we have to get back.

Nice gardens, ladies.

So, Rebecca, I was thinking this area right over here,

this can all be ripped out and possibly have more rooms added on.

What do you think?

I wouldn't dare. I love the garden.

Okay.

What is it?

I think it's a diary.

Out here?

It says the garden diary.

I like this garden.

Something about the gardens, huh?

So, Rebecca, I was thinking I may have my counteroffer ready.

Dear diary, this is my very first entry in a daily diary about my garden,

my garden of earthly delights.

I'm getting a tingling feeling and recall what happened earlier today.

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