<P> <FONT size=4>Breakfast or lunch?</FONT></P>
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<P> ‘ But I’ m still having breakfast,’ I said.</P>
/ W0 y8 X0 O7 o* o" y4 B, u<P> ‘ What are you doing?’ she said.</P>: a" N/ M3 m) u. f$ ]7 ^
<P> ‘ I’ m having breakfast, ’ I repeated.</P>
/ k# V4 N: h' Z: c% \% P<P> ‘ Dear me, ’she said. ‘Do you always get up so late? It’s one o’ clock! ’</P>
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