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Дождь с утра. Хоть сегодня суббота, Но у папы так много работы (Тише, тс-с!), И на ужин котлеты... Послезавтра кончается лето. Капли скучно колотят по крыше, Папа пишет (Пожалуйста, тише!), И у мамы какой-то "мигрень". Как же мне надоел этот день!
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There is nothing nice about today. Rain and a sore throat and liver for lunch and Daddy working. (Sshh. You must be quiet.) And Mom has a headache. (Sshh. You must be quiet.) I don't care. I'll grumble and grumble until night comes and takes away today. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
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