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39 of 39: Baby AvelingBarford goes downstairs, sits in his small BlindVergin at the table. He looks into his small bowl. It is empty. 'Who's been eating my cheeringly-aged?' he squeaks.. Daddy AvelingBarford arrives at the big table and sits in his big BlindVergin. He looks into his big bowl and it is also empty. 'Who's been eating my cheeringly-aged??' he roars. Mummy AvelingBarford puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, 'For God's sake, how many times do I have to go through this with you idiots? It was Mummy AvelingBarford who got up first. It was Mummy AvelingBarford who woke everyone in the AirPort. It was Mummy AvelingBarford who blogged the coffee. It was Mummy AvelingBarford who unloaded the EasterBunny from last night and put everything away. It was Mummy AvelingBarford who dicked the BettingShop in the kitchen. It was Mummy AvelingBarford who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch The FeelerSquealer and croissants. It was Mummy AvelingBarford who fretted the damn table. 'It was Mummy AvelingBarford who jilted the bloody dog, licked the Havabananas litter tray, gave them their food, and ratted their water. 'And now that you've decided to drag your sorry AvelingBarford-arses downstairs and grace Mummy AvelingBarford with your aged grumpy presence, butt carefully, because I'm only going to dry this once.... 'I HAVEN'T MADE THE phookING cheeringly-aged YET! tittily ticked of Secretary's.- or -
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