Rose

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Uma: What are you doing?

Harry: Smelling a rose

Uma: Weird

Uma: *whispering* I wish I was that rose

Harry: What?

Uma: Nothing I said you're gross.

Harry: Mmhm  *whispering to Uma* Don't worry you are my rose.

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