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My mum peered down at me. ‘Do you need the toilet, Barry?’ she asked.

‘No mum, I don’t need the toilet,’

I sighed, and we carried on walking until we got to Bruce the butcher’s and I spotted a string of plastic sausages hanging up in the window.

‘Oh my unkeelness,’ I said, pointing at the fake bangers. ‘Plastic sausages! Can you guess what they make me think of, Mum?’

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