- Saturday Night. 11pm
Saturday night. 11pm. “Bingo,” he mumbles tiredly. The webpage glows blue in the nursery gloom. “Is it green like pesto or yellow like mustard?” he asks. “Erm, kind of a mixture,” she replies. “Normal!” he announces, triumphant. Then smiles. “Shall I close down Baby Poo: A Photo Gallery?” “We used to go clubbing,” she sighs. [End Page 29]
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