My library book is lost. I searched it everywhere but I can’t find it. Every time I told my mom she told me clean the room definitely you find the book. I don’t care cause it’s not in my room. I thought I left it Barry’s home. That afternoon, as mom was leaving for see my grandma π΅. She said for the millionth time, “please clean up your room. There’s no excuse for such a mess. And don’t forget the junk under your bed.” I said mom you’re nagging. I’m going to Barry’s house.
She plunked a kiss on my hair and said, “ Room first, Barry second. Besides, where would the world be without nagging mothers? Maybe she’s right. Things are pretty deep in my room. I hauled all the rubbish out from under my bed. In the midst of all the old socks, school papers, models that have fallen apart, paperback book (One library book- oops!)
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