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Robin Hood  

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"Wake up, Steve. Wake Up. Wake Up, Steve!!" blasts my mum every morning. I look at my clock and it glares a green glowing 8:45 at me. Why does she bother? Why should I have to be woken up at 8:45 every morning? It's as if I'm still a little boy. Well I'm not a little boy if that's what you're thinking - I'm a twenty-four year old man. I don't have a job, she doesn't have a job, but do people wake her up at an unnecessary hour? No, although, I suppose she can't help not having a job...she's disabled. It was weird. She was in the kitchen preparing dinner and then the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed. Strangely though, it didn't stop chiming and so I went downstairs to find out what was wrong. After giving the grandfather clock a bit of a kicking, I looked into the...

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