BEA
Will you do dancing with me, Sophie?
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Oh, come on.
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I don’t care. I’m a clodhopper, so you’ll only be as bad as me.
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Come on, come on, come on.
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Sometimes I wake up this early and come down and I see Mum standing right here, looking out at the sun rising on the garden. She wears this dress sometimes when I’ve seen her. I’m in my jim-jams…
