Write a story beginning with... One Sunday morning as I opened the door....
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One Sunday morning as I opened the door the warm breeze of cooked bacon and eggs blew across my face. My aunt made it for us every Sunday.
Where have you just come from? Your bedroom? Or maybe after playing outside.
You can write about why you live with your aunt and not parents.
Why she makes it every Sunday, is it a tradition?
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