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Miss Anna came home after a long day of frolicking around. She marched in her heels towards the kitchen and went to the fridge. There sat her favorite egg nog. She reached to pour a glass, but there was barely enough to fill an ounce. She was livid.
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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Daddy was downstairs doing the laundry. He sighed when he got to the pile which was Anna’s. How on earth did she get away with this? He couldn’t remember if she talked him into doing her laundry, or it just sat there so long he decided to just do it since he was doing everything at once anyway. It was then he noticed that this was no ordinary pile.