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<P> 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. It s raining again. Just then, the telephone rang. It was my aunt Lucy. ‘I’ve just arrived by train,’ she said.‘ I’ m coming to see you .’</P>
. T, }9 b `# f8 ^3 P<P> ‘ But I’ m still having breakfast,’ I said.</P>
# {* e) n4 U- L! `<P> ‘ What are you doing?’ she said.</P>, ^: v( k3 C* w+ J8 _
<P> ‘ I’ m having breakfast, ’ I repeated.</P>
! `& L6 @7 W; ]: c5 j; V<P> ‘ Dear me, ’she said. ‘Do you always get up so late? It’s one o’ clock! ’</P>4 z5 d9 b# v/ A$ _
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