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I hopped off the sofa and ran over to

my mum, tiptoeing a centimetre higher

so I could see the screen too. ‘Hi, Great

Aunt Mildred!’ I said, spluttering biscuit

crumbs all over Great Aunt Mildred’s

face, which was staring back at me.

It was at about this moment in the

history of the universe that I noticed

that Great Aunt Mildred’s nose was

about three times its usual size.

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