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Home By Rediate Waking up in the morning Feeling slower than a snail. I see my father going to Work. I
say, father why do Have to go to work He says, well if I don’t go to work We wouldn’t have this house. Then I think that should Get a job or am I too young to? Then I say bye father. He says Bye honey, tell your mother to make you a good lunch. |