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Monday, 17 October 2016

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At home my mum got bread and  she left the bread on the
table.  In the morning the bread was gone.  There was
heaps of foot marks on the floor. My mum went outside.
There was a muddy track.  My mum followed it to the robbers house and my mum saw the bread. Then she took it and then  we went home and ate it.


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