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At a cafe in East Fremantle on a Sunday afternoon. Temperature: 35°C 
Pre-ordering
Squib: [to BigSquib] Shall I just order something for you?
Bigsquib: Can I have a look?
Squib: OK go and have a look then.
[Five minutes later]
Bigsquib: Can you pick something Mum?
MrSquib: It’s hot.
Squib: This isn’t hot.
BigSquib: It’s really hot.
Littlesquib: I’m hot.
Squib: This isn’t hot, what is […]

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