The year of shouting a lot
On Saturday morning, early and dark, Kitten heard a crash. Her Monsters, Inc.clock said five and a bit, which was very, very early. Sasha was a quiet lump in her cot. Kitten went into her parents’ room, because the door was open. Even though it was cold, Mummy had the big bay window open and the room felt like outdoors…
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