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    ‘Is everyt, Margaret?“

    ‘Yes.“

    ‘ everything you need?“

    ‘Yes.“

    ‘ell, come round if you need to.“

    ‘All right.“

    ‘t be long now, your mum and dad.“

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    Later, my parents’ steps on tairs.

    I opened ther gave me a hug.

    ‘ell done,“ he said. ”Good marks all round.“

    Motired. Going out ed one of her headaches.

    ‘Yes,“ she said. ”Good girl.“

    ‘And so, , s? Being home on your own?“

    ‘It was fine.“

    ‘t it op op of my ime for bed. And don’t read too long.“

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