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Washed my hands ready for tea
Pleasant conversation
TV greeted me
Half past five, time for tea
Laid back in my chair
Out of the corner of my eye my mother stared at me
My father chuckled at my shoes
The cat spat unusually at me
I stood immediately
I saw someone with a knife
I saw him stab, stab
My mother shouted 'why?' as she fell
He wouldn’t stop, stop
I washed my hands again, and again