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My Six-Year-Old Son Will Only Brush His Teeth Listening To My Sharona

he'll sulk in his room i'm not doing it he shouts i can hear the sound of people talking in the street downstairs there's never any bloody wi-fi one says the other replies that their rented house is too gothic for their liking wolves at the door stuff but there's a bloke at work who offers to hold my hand if i'm needing of support i need it

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Book: Shattered Sighs