Thanks for this, gothfairy, it caught my eye as I was browsing the main index. Here goes:
Suddenly the back door flew open and in charged a bundle of red faced fury, yelling "Mum, tell him!". Noting that this was still week one of the school holidays, I knelt down and asked "What's the matter, James?" "It's Alex," he replied, "he won't let me into the tree house. He's pulled up the ladder and he won't let it down again. And he won't listen to me when I call him." As tears of frustration brimmed in my son's eyes I sighed inwardly at the thought of the two weeks ahead, and wondered, yet again, whether I had been wise to invite his step brother to stay.
I'm a few words over, is that critical?
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