March 25th
It's not mine
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"Right, whose homework is on the kitchen table and has been abandoned?"
All four kids stared at their Dad, shaking their heads.
"Well, it's one of yours." Their Dad said with a small smile. "And I can easily tell if I just open up the book and look at the handwriting."
Peter immediately looked at Edmund, who glared back at him. "It's not mine." He said firmly.
His Dad raised an eyebrow. "So I won't see your handwriting when I open the book?" He asked.
Edmund stared at him for ages before groaning. "Why do I have to do it?" He grumbled. "It's so boring."
John forced back a laugh. "Go on, back to the table." He said.
Edmund frowned deeply. "I hate this." He muttered, but he walked out of the room anyway, off to reluctantly finish the work.
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This sucks but I'm way too exhausted to write much else right now, sorry guys ahah
