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Оглавление‘WAAAHHH!!!’ screamed my dad from the downstairs bathroom, where he was changing Desmond Loser the Second’s nappy for the nineteenth time that morning. ‘DESMOND’S WEED IN MY FACE AGAIN!’
I heard my mum’s belly do a gurgle and imagined myself curled up inside it, the same size as my annoying little brother.
