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'Mr' sun came up at the sound of dawn. Jill's son, Jack, ate spud, beans from pods, buns, sop and soup upon waking. However, his bonds, sub, salary and unquestionably, his bonus, were out. He was bound to booze.

Each day, Jill weeps for Jack insuppressibly. "That sod, that snob!" she sobs as she nods her head. But Jack callously snubs her wailing opus and shrugs his onus. 'Can I undo what is done¿' 'Can I unspin what I spun¿'

A bus to the hub, a pound in the pub and nos of dun tipples, duos and trios, for him to choose. What's the nub of this story¿ Nothing really.. just playing with words, or what we could call a pun.

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