Sitting here, working, I hear a scream from Mina’s room.
“MUM! There’s something WRONG! Oh no!”
“What is it Mina?”
Given the urgency of her voice, I am thinking that, I dunno, the door fell off the hinge or something — or she has split her head open again (actually, now I think of it, the head injury was much less urgent).
Mina screams:
“I have THREE Dora so…
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