Howard’s Morning

The clock radio played soft music, but it sounded far away to Howard. At last, he opened

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his eyes, rolled over, and looked at the clock. He turned away and started to go back to

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sleep when suddenly he realized that it was already eight o’clock. He was late.                                                  /t/   

He jumped out of bed, quickly shaved, brushed his teeth,

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 combed his hair, and got dressed. He’d wanted to  take a shower,

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 but decided that there wasn’t enough time. He rushed down the stairs and into the

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kitchen. He hated being late. Hurriedly, he fixed breakfast­­―coffee and a toasted English

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muffin (no time for his usual fried egg)―and raced out the door. He started his car 

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and had just pulled out the driveway when the thought popped into his mind

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: it was Saturday; he didn’t have to go to work after all. He slowly returned, climbed the

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