A six years old boy called his mother
from his friend Charlie’s house and confessed he had broken a lamp when he
threw a football in their living room.
But, Mum’ he said, brightening, ‘you don’t have to worry about buying another one. Charlie’s mother said It was irreplaceable.’
But, Mum’ he said, brightening, ‘you don’t have to worry about buying another one. Charlie’s mother said It was irreplaceable.’
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