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The winter air sifts through the trees, I wrap Toms blanket around my shivering shoulders. I take long strides as I walk briskly towards home to quicken my pace, I'm ever so eager to the look on Toms face when he sees the baby blue Cotton and the golden stars and moons. I wonder what mummy is going to say when she sees the golden purchase.
Oh Marcy! It is absolutely beautiful! Quickly now, Tom is in the lounge, go surprise him, you clever girl!
Or
Marcy! Where on earth have you been! I was worried sick! I am outraged! And what is that hideous thing in your hands? It is disgusting! The colours clash completely, I am very disappointed, you silly girl.
Yep. She's bound to say one of those.

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As I pass the local bakery my nose perks up at a very familiar smell, I look over at the tray on display outside and see:
Finger buns. My favourite.
I glance left and right, right and left, right and left and right again and when I'm 103% sure the coast is clear, I swipe a bun with white icing and chocolate sprinkles in a blink of a eye. Then I continue my walk home, munching my delicious iced finger as I go.
Frankly, the finger bun amazes me, as silly as it sounds. The concoction of oval shaped bread, icing or butter, and sprinkles are three plain types of food. But, when you combined the three ordinary ingredients it becomes something amazingly delicious. Who on earth was smart enough to think that up?

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As I was licking the last sprinkles off my fingers, I was about 2 blocks away from home, when, much too my dissatisfaction; it started to rain. Cold, big, and very very wet rain. I stuffed Toms blanket up my shirt so it wouldn't get wet and started to run.
By the time I get to the front porch I'm completely soaked to the bone, well, that's what it felt like. My hair is sticking to my face and dripping like crazy, my cloths are drenched and are practically glued to my skin, my feet are freezing and sore. Thankfully Toms blanket survived, just. It is damp but nothing a little sun rays won't fix.
"Mummy I'm home!" I call as I step inside and wait by the table. "Mummy?" I say. Instead of mum, Tom waddles out of his room. "Tom!" I say, wrapping myself around his short little figure as he flings his arms around my waist and squeezes me. "Woah, tommy, your getting strong!" He looks up to me and smiles ear to ear. "Where's mum?" I ask him. He shrugs and retreats back to his room. I must admit, the fact that he can't say anything sometimes really annoys me. I grab Toms blanket and hang it up in my room to dry. I flop lazily face first onto my bed and wonder where mummy has got to.
As I wonder, I slowly drift to sleep. Wet cloths and everything.

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I wonder where Marcys mum is???
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