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I woke up this morning to the sound of my mum making breakfast. I love my mum's pancakes so I jump out of bed and brush my hair and then run down to the kitchen. As I sit down my mum brings over the pancakes. Me, my sister, my brother and dad eat them up while mum makes hers. Then we have to get ready for school so I run to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my makeup then get dressed. When we arrive downstairs mum gives us our money for lunch and the dad drives us to school.
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