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 sleep           /d/                        /t/                               /id/                      /id/
when suddenly he realized that it was already eight o’clock. He was late. He jumped out of bed,                               /t/                                                                                     /t/
quickly shaved, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and got dressed. He’d wanted to take a
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shower, 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 muffin             /id/                                          /t/                                                  /id/
(no time for his usual fried egg)―and raced out the door. He started his car and had just pulled                            /t/                        /t/                                    /id/                                 /t/
out the driveway when the thought popped into his mind : it was Saturday; he didn’t have to go                                                           /t/
to work after all. He slowly returned, climbed the stairs, changed his clothes, and went back to                                              /d/           /d/                          /id/
bed again.