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The next morning, Bob walked downstairs to the
dining room. He could hear Tim complaining, “I don’t want
to drink my orange juice! Don’t wanna. Don’t wanna!”
Bob
stopped and
thought. My
goodness, this
is how I used to act
before I met my new
buddies last night. I will show
Tim how to make a smoothie.
So he hopped the last
couple of steps, swirled around
and went into the kitchen. “Hey, mom, Can I help you make
breakfast?”
He heard a dish fall on the floor and break into
pieces. Both Tim and his Dad looked at him curiously. His
mom turned around, surveying the mess on the floor while
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