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still remember this well

My twin sister and I were nine when this happened.
We both still remember it, and this was sixty years ago.
Our brother was two.
We were sitting at the dinner table eating.
Suddenly Richard broke wind.
A long loud on-going steady honking stream of gas.
His face lit up and he yelled “I did a Daddy!”
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