It was
one cold and windy day in December, when me and my dad was gathering wood for
the fire. "Why can't we just buy a servant?" I moaned and
groaned." Because we don't have enough money available in the bank at the
moment." My mum said with disappointment. The next day the cold had got
right into my bones when I got out of bed. I knew it was too cold for me and my
mum knew to but there was no way to stop this dreadful weather so I knew I had
to live with it.
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