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... It was raining.
On the table, sitting on a placemat usually reserved for hot pots, was the World Cup trophy.
It was the replica, of course. The real one was in a vault somewhere in Switzerland. But this one was heavy, gold, and shiny.
Alex was eating cornflakes.
"Do not drop milk on the trophy, Alex," his mum said, pouring tea. "It is very hard to clean gold."
"I am careful, mum," Alex said.
His dad walked in. He was wearing his bathrobe. He stoppe ...
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