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was a desk, a water bowl and a crate of dog and cat toys. A little after two o’clock, Grace and Jack were tidying up when there was a knock.
Grace opened the door to her mother and Mrs Nixon, who was carrying a plastic pet carrier. “Is that Fluffy?” said Grace eagerly, peering in at the little white kitten. “She’s just a huge white ball!”
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