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02. Breakfast or Lunch
It was Sunday. I never get up early on Sundays. I sometimes stay in bed until lunchtime. Last Sunday I got up very late. I looked out of the window. It was dark outside. What a day! I thought. Its raining again. Just then, the telephone rang. It was my aunt Lucy. Ive just arrived by train, she said. Im coming to see you.
But Im still having breakfast, I said.
What are you doing? she asked.
Im having breakfast, I repeated.
Dear me, she said. Do you always get up so late? Its one oclock!
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