“KNOCK, KNOCK”
It’s Friday night, 6-30pm,
our eyes lock in a look of resignation, we know who it is. Every Friday at this
time there is a knock on the door and there is stood
THE XBOX.
“Hiyah, come in”.
“Sit down. How’s things”?
“Ok thanks”.
“Any
new games lately”?
“Don’t spend too much time on that you will strain your eyes”.
“Fish
fingers and chips”?
“Yes
please”.
“Do
you want a drink”?
“Yes
please”.
“Night
night Xbox”.
“Night
night Pingu”.
“Night
Grandma, night Granddad”.
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