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Table of Contents
The Secret Writings of Shayanne Sugar
The Secret Writings of Shayanne Sugar
The Secret Writings of Shayanne Sugar
The Secret Writings of Shayanne Sugar
“Ruth! Time to get up.”
Time to get up. Get yourself dressed. I’m not telling you again! Every morning, same old thing.
“Did you hear me? Ruth?”
Yes, I did! I heard you.
“I’d like some kind of response, please!”
And then she’ll go, I hope you haven’t gone back to sleep?
“I hope you haven’t gone back to sleep?”
Get up, get dressed. How many more times?
Why doesn’t she just give it a rest?
“Do I have to shout myself hoarse? Get yourself up this instant!” Mum suddenly appeared like a tornado at the bedroom door. “And get your sisters up, as well. For goodness’ sake! It’s gone seven o’clock.”
Boo
