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“I wish—” she began, but didn’t get any further.
“Laura! I want you and all your friends down here at once!”
It was Dad. He was shouting up the stairs, and he sounded mad.
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We went out to the hall, and there was Dad. At least, it had to be Dad because the thing standing there had Dad’s voice and it was Dad’s height – but otherwise you couldn’t really tell because it was snow white. Or rather flour white… and I knew it was flour because he was holding the cat hot-water bottle in his hand. He looked incredibly weird – I mean, I knew it was my Dad, but he looked like a ghost!
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