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Monday, 13 February 2017. My mummy was standing by the sink doing the washing up. I always wondered what the point of washing things were, when they were just going to get dirty again. Clutching Rufus by his paw, I walked over to her and pulled the bottom of her dress to get her attention. 8220;Mummy, I cant find Mist anywhere. Without looking down she said, Milicent June Walker, youve got a million toys. Go and play with one of those. 8220;Milly, mummys busy now. Go talk to daddy. WOOOOOOOOOOO.

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Monday, 13 February 2017. My mummy was standing by the sink doing the washing up. I always wondered what the point of washing things were, when they were just going to get dirty again. Clutching Rufus by his paw, I walked over to her and pulled the bottom of her dress to get her attention. 8220;Mummy, I cant find Mist anywhere. Without looking down she said, Milicent June Walker, youve got a million toys. Go and play with one of those. 8220;Milly, mummys busy now. Go talk to daddy. WOOOOOOOOOOO.

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