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My mum gave me a funny look, like she thought I was trying to tell her

I needed a poo or something. ‘Half a dozen sausages please Bruce,’ she said to the butcher.

‘MU-UM!’ I said, trying to get her attention.

‘WHAT, Barry?’ snapped my mum.

‘Well,’ I said. ‘You know how you’re buying sausages right now?’

‘Just get to the point,’ sighed my mum.

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