The Rovers Return Mary: I often wonder what you see in me Brian. Brian: Mary, Mary, Mary. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou are more lovely and more temperate. Mary: But Brian, I very much fear that my summer is fading fast. Brian: In truth, you're probably at the stage of the first frost of autumn. Mary: And yet do not the apples hang lustily from my boughs, waiting to be picked, to be pulped, to be fermented and turned into the sweetest cider? Brian: I like a good cider. Mary: I used to like cider. I would drink it with friends after school. It made us very naughty and we played the most silly games of dare. Once, my friends dared me to steal a policeman's helmet. Brian: And did you? Mary: Of course. I got mother to help me. She entered the police station to report me missing, and insisted that she had murdered me. This meant that she had to be interviewed, and during the interview mother pretended to have a psychotic episode, during which time she picke...
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