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In the bin
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Before you can stop him Dad grabs the letter from your hands, rips it into tiny pieces and throws it into the recycling bin.

"There's no point in reading that rubbish" says Dad, "it's just someone trying to sell you double glazing or something."

"But Dad, that was for me! It had my name on it!"

"You should see the stuff I get with my name on it!" replies Dad. "Selling windows, selling contact lenses, selling insurance. No it's better off in the recycling bin where it can be put to a good use, like making toilet paper."

"But Da-ad!"

"I'm sorry Arthur, but we don't need new windows, you're too young for contact lenses and we've already got insurance. Anyway who wants to hear my latest song..."

You sigh as Dad starts singing the song he has written.

You are sure that there was something really important about that letter. Something really special.

...

The next morning as you munch your toast, you hear the letter box flap open.

"Arthur!" shouts Evan from the front door. "There's another letter for you!"

Another letter! You must be really popular!

You race down the hallway to get the letter, but your Dad is already there with the letter in his hands and a frown on his face.

"More junk mail!" he says.

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