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“She’s the one that’s rude the stingy thing” she replied, her voice getting louder and louder.
“hey cool it, I feel sorry for her you know, she’s got no one apart from her dog, every time I see her I realise how lucky I am to have you guys” he said as he walked up to hug her, just looking at her made him shiver all over. “Listen I’ll go wake Brian yeah, that would take one burden off your shoulder” he smiled and moved forward to kiss her.
“That certainly would” she said sarcastically, not returning his kiss. He moved to the stairs, took a deep breath and boomed “BRIAN ARE YOU UP YET!!!” as laud as he could,
“Yeah dad along with the rest of Manchester” Brian replied back. he hated Mondays, he hated getting up early, getting dressed early, having breakfast early, going to school early, basically anything that’s early, he hated it all. “I want to hear the five magic words Brian,” he heard his dad, much quieter this time “I’m...out...of...bed...dad” he tried to shout back at the same time trying to squeeze in to his trousers. It had been ages since he had grown out of them and his school bag looked like it was passed from his great grandfather.
He quickly ran down the stairs “mornin’ dad” he said jumping on to his fathers arms.
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