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  • No matter how cross with each other we were when we went to bed,
    no matter how many tears we shed over homework or not eating supper,
    No matter if we told Mama we'd rather she didn't kiss us at the school gate
    or that we would never speak to her again, ever...

    in the grey, silent hours of the morning, waking up from a nightmare, all is forgiven in a sleepy warm tangle of plump limbs and soft kisses on the nose.
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