Pack up your things
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| - | You pack up the things you have, a few books from Dudley's 2nd bedroom, 2 pairs of clothes, and your glasses case. Once you are done, you see Uncle Vernon yelling at Dudley for trying to fit his computer, VCR, and TV into his suitcase. When you get out, he grabs you and shoves you into the car, and locks the door. Then he begins to drive. He drives for hours and hours, and every minute Dudley is howling because he is missing his favorite TV show. He finally says when | + | You pack up the things you have, a few books from Dudley's 2nd bedroom, 2 pairs of clothes, and your glasses case. Once you are done, you see Uncle Vernon yelling at Dudley for trying to fit his computer, VCR, and TV into his suitcase. |
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| + | When you get out, he grabs you and shoves you into the car, and locks the door. Then he begins to drive. He drives for hours and hours, and every minute Dudley is howling because he is missing his favorite TV show. He finally says when you get to a hotel, "It's Monday. My favorite TV show is on tonight. Please!" | ||
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| + | That means that your birthday is tommorow. You are just settling down in the hotel when the manager comes in with a confused expression and says, "We got a couple hundred of these in the post office. Is any of you Mr. H. Potter?" | ||
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Revision as of 16:05, 11 December 2008
You pack up the things you have, a few books from Dudley's 2nd bedroom, 2 pairs of clothes, and your glasses case. Once you are done, you see Uncle Vernon yelling at Dudley for trying to fit his computer, VCR, and TV into his suitcase.
When you get out, he grabs you and shoves you into the car, and locks the door. Then he begins to drive. He drives for hours and hours, and every minute Dudley is howling because he is missing his favorite TV show. He finally says when you get to a hotel, "It's Monday. My favorite TV show is on tonight. Please!"
That means that your birthday is tommorow. You are just settling down in the hotel when the manager comes in with a confused expression and says, "We got a couple hundred of these in the post office. Is any of you Mr. H. Potter?"
