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Twenty minutes later he stomped down the
stairs in his old school jumper. The new one
just didn’t feel right.
“NO!” Dad groaned. “Other jumper.”
Jay huffed and turned for the slow walk
back upstairs.
“That’s the one!” Dad said, when he entered
the kitchen the second time in the correct
clothes. Dad patted the kitchen stool next to
his own and looked proudly at Jay.
Jay managed to eat half a piece of toast, but
his stomach was churning with nerves. “No
food! Pleeaase!” it seemed to be saying.
Jay and his Dad always had breakfast like
this – sitting next to each other, the radio on,
neither saying anything. Just the two of them.
It had always been like that. At least, as far as
Jay was concerned it had always been like
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