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Rosy__ mummy hands Franny a clear plastic bag full of reject biscuits, then Rosy holds her cheek out for Franny__ wet kiss. Rosy wipes the slime from her face and Franny cackles, then shows them both into the lounge.There on Franny__ coffee table is a biscuit tin with a Christmas picture on the lid. Proper shop-bought biscuits, not factory rejects.__lease, may I have a biscuit?_ Rosy says.__h, there are no biscuits in that my darling,_ Franny says, and pulls the tin from Rosy__ prying fingers. Franny holds open the bag of crumb-speckled chocolate digestives. __elp yourself, my wee hen.__osy settles for a reject.Franny puts the Christmas tin up high, way up high, way out of reach.