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My Weekend
The sun is out the weather's great but I must work all day. I don't mind being inside but it is Saturday. Although inside it's dark and dreary,not the place to be. Really I should be outside. Oh unlucky me. Tomorrow it is Sunday ah! a day of rest. Oh no I've got to work that too. What a flaming pest.
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My Weekend
My Weekend