[dictated]
[over the journal comes the sound of a small child's laughter and the harassed, tired-sounding voice of a young man]
River, please give that back. I've already said it's mine, not yours.
Mine!
No, sweetheart, it's mine. Here, let's have it.
No!
[long-suffering sigh] River ...
My book. Mummy has yours.
No, she doesn't. You don't even have one.
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