Today is the time for the
car boot sale. Everything is prepared and the van is packed with my things. We are supposed be there at 9 a.m. so I have to leave at 7:15 a.m. since I'm picking up my BFF and all her stuff.
I've forced the world's most perfect teenager to clean out his closet of toys he no longer uses. It turned out that Junior has some traits of his dad. They both have a very hard time getting rid of things.
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